KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 COLE Welcome fans to the first HeldDOWN~! of two-thousand-six! We are live from the Nashville Arena in Nashville, TN, ready for a great night of action and...well look who decided to show up! CABOOSE Jerry Lawler? COLE Nah, we're not in Memphis. Cole is, of course, talking about The Upstarts. Scotty Static leads the pack of youngbloods that includes his GPX partner Johnny Jax, HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion Christian Wright, streetwise newcomer Jamie O'Hara, and of course the metrosexual monster himself, Bohemoth. They enter the arena with their heads held high, feeling a sense of victory after the OAOAST Home Office Invasion that they commited and recorded just about a week ago. In fact, they're still flaunting it because they're all wearing OAOAST title belts that were stolen in that raid! O'HARA Yo, tell me again why I got stuck wit dis...Adrenalin belt. What the hell is an Adrenalin Championship? STATIC Beats me. You know how the OAOAST just strives to be trendy. O'HARA I gue...OH SHIT! *SMASH* The sound of glass bursting on skin fills the air, as ZACK MALIBU is on the scene, and breaks a light tube across the back of Christian Wright! The Upstarts stop dead in their tracks and pounce on Malibu in defense of their foe, but Zack comes out swinging, trying to nail anyone within reach! COLE Zack Malibu has just jumped The Upstarts in the backstage area! COACH Oh yeah, this was a bright move! The Upstarts pummel Zack, beating him down to the ground with clubbing fists and hard kicks and stomps. Zack tries fighting up, but for every inch The Upstarts give back a mile...until TONY BRANNIGAN AND LEON RODEZ appear on the scene to make the odds better! COLE What the!? Tony Brannigan, as well as Zack's partner Leon Rodez have entered the fray! Tony takes his old rival Johnny Jax and starts clocking him with right hands, then takes him by the head and hurls him across the catering table, sending food flying everywhere! Meanwhile Leon Rodez tackles his nemesis Christian Wright and hammers him...until Bohemoth pulls Leon off him and then sends him face first into a wall! COLE The Upstarts are taking o...wait...Caboose, what are you doing? CABOOSE What should have been done a LONG time ago. The former World Heavyweight Champion reaches under the Sofa Central announce table and pulls out a black bat, a Caboose trademark! He then hops out of his seat and over the table, racing backstage to aid Zack Malibu and the other Originals! COLE It's a melee to start the show, and now Caboose has just put his name in the hat, going to save the day with baseball bat in hand! The cameras are still filming backstage as the brawl ensues, and when Scotty Static moves towards Malibu, he's cracked across the back with the bat of Caboose, and goes down hard! Caboose turns around to see Jamie O'Hara charging with the Adrenalin title held firmly in his grasp, looking for a beltshot...but Caboose swings for the fences and cracks Jamie so hard in the ribs he somersaults over the bat and lands flat on his back! COACH He has no business back there! He belongs out here with us! COLE Back there beating the crap out of your buddies, or out here tormenting the crap out of you? What's the lesser of two evils? COACH Uhhh... Suddenly, an attempt to restore order is made, as a security force arrives on the scene and splits the two factions apart, prying The Originals away from the Upstarts while other security team members make a wall. Everyone is flustered and aching, but time stands still only momentarily, as the security-inflicted truce breaks down into a second melee, with both sides trying to fight through security! COLE The tension has been thick for months, but it hit a fever pitch when these Upstarts burglarized the Corporate Office, ransacked it, and worst of all, literally pissed on the OAOAST! As both sides struggle with security, the forces of resistance crumble, and both factions are going at it again! This time road agents, other wrestlers...anyone and everyone backstage, actually...all hit the scene and try to regain order. In the midst of all this, the fight spills through the curtain and out onto the entrance ramp, drawing a large pop from the crowd, when Bohemoth takes Zack Malibu by the throat and hurls him through the curtain, out onto the aisleway! COLE They're making their way out here now! Malibu tries to get up, but the big man tears off his suit jacket and charges, delivering a hard soccer kick to the ribs that sends Zack rolling further down the aisleway! A security team member rushes down the aisle and blocks Bo's path from getting at Malibu, but he's easily disposed of, as the big man takes him by the throat and shoves him hard into the guardrail! COACH Ooooh they done pissed Bo off tonight! COLE Oh what, did his suit get ruined? COACH Probably! Bohemoth stalks Malibu in the aisle way, then pulls him up by the collar of his leather jacket and throws him under the bottom rope, into the ring. The big man follows and hits the ropes, rebounding just as Malibu is getting up, and LEVELS him with a lariat that spins Zack inside out! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COACH Damn right "ooooh!". Your boy is about to get served, Mikey Cole! Seperated from their respective factions, Malibu and Bo are in full view of the audience and away from the backstage brawl. Seeing that he's got the advantage on the man who instigated the brawl, Bo reaches down and pulls Zack up, but Malibu bursts up with great energy, and starts delivering right hands like they're going out of style! COLE Zack Malibu is fighting back! He's fighting off the Bohemoth! (Bo puts a stop to it all by kneeing Zack in the ribs, and then setting him up in a standing headscissors.) COLE Zack Malibu is in grave danger! Bo lifts for a powerbomb attempt, but Malibu slips out and lands on his feet, stepping back before launching his right leg upwards...AND GETS TACKLED TO THE CANVAS BY SECURITY BEFORE HE CAN CONNECT WITH SCHOOL'S OUT! COACH About damn time! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd lets the security force HAVE IT, and Malibu is angered by the interference. Several guards stand between Bo and Zack, while two others pull Zack up by his arms and hold him, making sure he doesn't take off after the big man. Suddenly, a mixed reaction comes over the crowd, as AXEL, the new General Manager, takes the stage with mic in hand! COLE It's Axel! Our new General Manager does NOT look happy! Michael Cole states the obvious, as the scowl on Axel's face only disappears when he has to move his lips to speak. AXEL No no NO! This is NOT the way we are going to begin things, certainly not on my watch! This is a new year and I am the man in charge, and I will not have chaos ruin my first night in control! Zack Malibu, you want to be a hothead tonight, jumping people in the back? You want action that bad? You want at these Upstarts that badly? Then I'll tell you what...I'm going to send Nick Patrick down to the ring, and you and Bo can do all the damage you want to each other, because you two are now competing in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH! COLE YO! COACH ...HEY! The crowd roars, and Malibu is caught on camera mouthing "that's fine" to Axel...but while he's still being held by security, Bo breaks through the guards blocking his path, and clobbers Zack with a forearm that sends him through the ropes! Nick Patrick rushes down the aisleway and waves his arm for the bell to sound, and no sooner does Michael Buffer hit it than Bo sends Zack Malibu crashing into the railing! COLE Fans, if you've just tuned in, right at the start of the hour The Upstarts were seen entering the building, only to be met by an irate Zack Malibu, who started brawling with them all...chaos ensued between The Upstarts and The Originals, and just moments ago, new General Manager Axel came out onstage and made a match between Zack Malibu and Bohemoth, which you are seeing right now! COACH Not just ANY match...but a Falls Count Anywhere match! These guys could go up the road to Graceland and brawl! COLE I wonder if our camera team would get any bonus pay for having to run that far after them. Bo rips off his tie and throws it down on the ringside floor, then unbuttons his top shirt button and loosens his collar before approaching Malibu. Zack, who is also not exactly dressed for a match since he's clad in jeans, a button down shirt and a leather jacket, gets yanked to his feet and hurled across ringside again, but this time he leaps up and lands with his feet on the guardrail, then leaps backwards, twisting his body so that he floors Bo with a diving clothesline! Malibu then pops up and gets that wild-eyed look that he's been synonymous with for years, and calls to the fans for one to give him a chair. Many offer, but all he needs is one, and as the big man is rising to his feet... *WHACK!* ...the steel is sent across his back with a hard shot from Malibu! Bo reels, so Malibu fires off another shot, but the big man only drops to one knee! COLE Bohemoth is just taking it, absorbing those chairshots as if they were nothing! Bo fights up to his feet, so Malibu cocks the chair back over his head, and comes out swinging when Bo turns around...but he's met with a kick to the stomach! Bohemoth then swipes the chair from the popular prep and tosses it aside, then takes Zack by the throat and rams him backfirst into the apron before pushing him up onto the edge of the ring and shoving him in under the bottom rope! COLE It's Falls Count Anywhere, yet Bo seems content on pushing Zack back into the ring. COACH Oh don't you worry, Mikey C. It's alllll part of the plan. Zack staggers to his feet, while Bo steps up on the ring apron...however before he enters, Zack leaps up and delivers an enzugiri to the side of the big man's head, knocking him for a loop and sending him off the apron! COLE Malibu managed to get Bo off his trail, but the big man landed on his feet, and...OH MY GOD!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Cole's scream into the headset, as well as the loud roar from the fans, are all due to Zack Malibu's tope, which connected with Bohemoth and send both men splattering to the floor! Malibu pushes himself up before Bo can shake off the effects, and immediately mounts the shoulders of his foe and starts peppering him with fists to the forehead, dazing him! He drags Bo to his feet and tugs on his arm, looking to whip him towards the ring, but Bo puts on the brakes...so Zack drops an elbow on his outstretched arm, cracks him across the chest with a chop, and then snaps him back onto the arena floor with a quick Russian Legsweep! Malibu gets up and pauses for a moment, soaking in the crowd response, then starts unfastening his belt! COLE Oh no, don't tell me he's going to do what I THINK he's going to do! COACH That'd just be plain NASTY! Luckily for Bohemoth, Malibu's not into the literal meaning of "eye for an eye", as he didn't plan on doing to Bo what The Upstarts did to the OAOAST banner. Instead, Malibu folds his belt and clutches it in his hands, then starts whipping the hell out of the Upstarts muscle! The powerhouse tries to cover up, but Malibu strikes every open inch, swinging away like a wildman. He pulls Bo up and tears his dress shirt off over his head like they were in a hockey fight, and then starts whipping again, this time on the exposed flesh of Bohemoth! COLE Look at the welts forming on his back! Can you imagine how hard Zack must be hitting him!? COACH I'd rather not. COLE You know Coach, we've seen incidents like this before. When The Underground struck, Zack Malibu rallied the troops and fought them off. When we were in danger of being bought out by the Hollywood crew, Zack helped lead the charge to save the company from being just another brand of entertainment. Now, for the past six months, he's had to deal with these glory hogs, these egomaniacs who just want the spotlight on themselves, tell him that he needs to step aside. COACH We aren't just telling them, we're doing something about it! COLE And it looks like Zack's doing something about it right now! As Bo staggers away from Zack, putting his arms up to try and deflect the BELTSHOTS~!, he makes the mistake of turning his back to Zack, who jumps up on his back! With the belt in hand, Malibu wraps it around the throat of Bo and pulls back, as he's now looking to choke the big man out! COACH He's strangling him! Bo fumbles around, carrying the weight of Zack on his back while simultaneously being robbed of his air supply thanks to the black leather belt wrapped tightly around his neck! Zack leans back, trying to bring the big man to the floor in the choke, but Bo shifts his weight, looking like a human Weeble Wobble who just won't fall down. He FINALLY reaches back and manages to grab Zack by the head, and snapmares the former World Champion over hi shoulder and onto his back, before ultimately collapsing onto all fours himself. COLE Both men are currently strewn about in the aisleway, but this fight is far from over... Malibu gets up and approaches his fallen foe, but Bo bursts forward like a charging bull, wrapping his arms around Zack's waist and driving him all the way back into the ring apron, smashing him against the ring's hard edge! Zack reels from the blow, and then gets struck with a pair of body punches from the brute before getting pushed under the bottom rope and into the ring once again. COLE Axel said this was Falls Count Anywhere, but it seems as though the big man wants to isolate Malibu and keep him in the ring. COACH Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, as long as you win. Bo doesn't follow his opponent in just yet, choosing to remain at ringside for several moments and regain both his breath and his composure. Before entering the ring, he notices Malibu's belt left in the aisleway, and snatches it for his own use. The big man hops up on the apron and steps through the ropes, wrapping the belt around his fist with the buckle end exposed. He takes Malibu by the shoulder and spins him around, and goes for the fatal blow, but Zack ducks it and hits the ropes, coming off with a clothesline that only staggers Bohemoth! Zack hits the ropes again, and a second clothesline yeilds the same result! Bo staggers a bit but won't fall, so Malibu hits the ropse again, only this time Bo sees it coming and throws up a boot...THAT GETS CAUGHT! Malibu delivers a HARD field goal kick to the nether regions that doubles the big man over in agony, then hits the ropes once again and drills into him with a devestating spear! COLE Zack got him down, and now he'll look for the victory! ONE! TW-NO! Patrick gets to his feet and holds up two fingers, which draws a loud reaction of boos from the fans here in Nashville. Malibu continues to battle his opponent and keep him at bay by ramming the back of his head into the canvas several times before pulling him up to his feet. He takes Bo and sends him to the corner, then follows up with a diving corner splash that sandwiches Bo between Malibu and the turnbuckles! Zack pulls a dazed Bo out of the corner, but at the last second the monster fights back, clocking Zack with the belt wrapped fist and then wrapping it around his neck as he's stunned! COLE God no! Bohemoth is now strangling Zack Malibu! COACH Oh and NOW you don't like it! Zack kicks his legs in the hopes of freeing himself, but Bo pulls back on the belt, angry at Malibu's attempts to choke him earlier. Zack's struggle lessens the more Bo puts pressure on, but it's Bo who lets go by his own will moments later, turning the weakened Zack to face him and then lifting him up into the air, overhead... ...AND TOSSING HIM DOWN TO THE FLOOR WITH A PRESS SLAM! COLE Crash landing to the floor! Zack Malibu has awakened a sleeping giant in The Bohemoth tonight! COACH See, Mikey Cole...Bo's a nice guy. Real mellow...but then Zack had to go and jump The Upstarts in the back, then try to choke him to death! You think he's going to play nice after incidents like that? COLE The man PISSED on the flag bearing this company's logo, what did you THINK the repurcussions would be? COACH Right now, there don't appear to be any! As Zack struggles to regain equilibrium after being dropped unceremoniously down to the concrete, Bo steps out of the ring and moves over to the ring stairs, pulling them from their normal position and then taking them into the aisleway, dropping them several feet from ringside. He then turns his attention back to Zack, who has barely moved since being tossed out of the ring, and retrieves him from ringside, pulling him up to his feet and then off of his feet...then crotches him on the guardrail! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Zack winces and tilts over, then is yanked off by Bo, and slumps back to the floor. Bo then grabs the guardrail and uses it to hold onto as he takes his right foot and stomps on Zack's sternum, then blocks Zack's air passage with the heel of his shoe! Malibu is once again dragged to his feet by his larger rival and then drilled with a knee to the ribs before he's pressed up over Bo's head. The big man showcases his power by keeping Zack up high, but then lets him drop, pancake style...FACE FIRST INTO THE RING STAIRS! COLE What a vicious assault! Malibu clutches at his face in pain, and Bo quickly falls on top for the cover, looking to make sure Nick Patrick is close by to administer the count. ONE! TWO! NOOO! COACH Dammit! C'mon Bo, give him s'more! The crowd yells with glee as Malibu rolls a shoulder, but their motivation for Zack only further angers the typically calm big man. He pulls Zack up and simply shoves him backwards into the guardrail, smirking as Zack crashes hard. He then charges in, but Malibu turns to the side at the last second and throws up an elbow, and it catches the big guy square in the jaw! Bo stumbles back, tending to his mouth, and the momentary distraction allows Zack to come and scoop him off his feet and plant him with an inverted atomic drop! COLE Malibu has been manhandled by Bohemoth, but as long as there is air in his body, there will be fight left in him! Zack takes Bo by the head, then hops up and sits on the guardrail before kicking off and swinging himself through the air, taking Bo's head and spiking it on the st...NO! Bo counters by simply throwing Zack off of him, but Malibu instantly fires back on offense, racing towards Bo and jogging up the ring steps before leaping into the air with a spinning wheel kick that knocks the big man down like a lumberjack would take out a tree! COACH YO! COLE ...did you just "yo" something MALIBU did? COACH Force of habit. Stop pointing out my faults! COLE That'd be a REALLY long HeldDOWN, let me tell you. Patrick falls to the floor and counts, as Malibu covers Bo just as soon as he connects with the kick! ONE! TWO! NO! WAIT...The count is broken up by Jamie O'Hara! COLE What's he doing out here? COACH Well Einstein, he's a member of The Upstarts, and... COLE I KNOW why he's out here. COACH Then why did you just ask? The crowd boos loudly as O'Hara kicks at Malibu, then pulls him up and runs him toward the ring, smashing his face on the apron! Zack gets tossed back into the ring again, this time by the rookie star, who then hops up on the apron and springboards in, crashing down onto Zack Malibu with a Springboard Sky Twister Press! COACH Can't no one fly like my man! He makes Lear jets jealous! O'Hara "throws down" and trash talks Zack, who is rolling on the canvas after having the rookie crush his ribcage with that splash. Jamie brings him to his feet and then immediately delivers a dropkick that sends Zack through the ropes, but at the last second Zack grabs the middle rope to keep himself from falling to the floor! COLE It's a damn two on one assault! And how did that punk get past security? COACH We got skills, playa! Seeing Zack on the apron, O'Hara races up the ropes and balances himself there, ready to launch at any moment...however Zack shakes the ropes as much as he can to crotch the young thug! Zack then steps through the ropes but then climbs up the turnbuckles himself, slapping O'Hara across the face hard before pulling him up across his shoulders....AND THEN FLATTENING HIM WITH THE HONOR ROLL~! COLE YEAH ZACK! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The crowd is electric as Malibu battles back from the two on one odds, having just disposed of O'Hara. Zack gets up and takes off his leather jacket, throwing it aside, as he looks at Bo moving towards the ring...SO HE RACES ACROSS THE CANVAS AND SOARS THROUGH THE AIR, CRASHING DOWN ON THE BIG MAN WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA! The momentum knocks Bo for a loop, but also puts Zack on his feet, and he runs and stands up on the guardrail, pounding his chest and pointing to the fans while those near him clamor for a quick touch! "MAL-AH-BOO" "MAL-AH-BOO" "MAL-AH-BOO" COLE Listen to this crowd! The Nashville Arena is full of life, as Zack Malibu battles for company pride here in what wasn't even scheduled to be our opening match! Malibu goes back over to Bo and yanks him off the ground, but as he's being brought up Bo runs Zack backwards into the ringpost, and the current World Tag Team Champion smacks the back of his head on the steel beam! Zack staggers forward holding his head, right into the waiting arms of Bohemoth, who scoops him up, then swings the body of Malibu outward, as he looks to connect with The Erotic Awakening of B ON THE FLOOR... ...BUT ZACK COUNTERS WITH A DDT IN MID-ATTEMPT AT THE LAST SECOND~! COACH (slamming the desk) DAMMIT! I swear, we could nuke this arena and the only thing left would be cockroaches and Malibu! Zack, still groggy from going headfirst into the post, slowly gets up, but when he does the first thing he does is grabs the steel chair at ringside! Zack takes the chair and then goes over to Bo, whose eyes are barely open, and lets him stand on his own...so that he can blast him with the steel chair! Bo falls to one knee as the blood starts to trickle from his forehead, and his worn state leaves him defenseless to a second chair shot that levels him! Zack throws the chair over the ropes and into the ring, feeling as though he doesn't need it anymore. He then drags the big man to his feet, holding him by the head with one hand and then paintbrushes him with the other, but Bo is too dazed to respond. "You want to f*ck with this company, you son of a bitch? Huh?" Malibu's question goes unanswered, as Bo probably doesn't even know his name at this point. Malibu lets go of him, but before the big man topples over, Malibu strikes one last time with a parting gift... ...SCHOOL'S OUT ON THE BLOODY BOHEMOTH~! COLE Sorry Coach, but you guys aren't exactly starting the year off with a bang! Down at ringside, Malibu covers, and Patrick hits the floor to make the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Patrick calls for the bell, and Getting Away With Murder hits just as Malibu rises off of Bo. Patrick comes over and raises the hand of the OAOAST's most beloved star, while Zack looks down at his now defeated opponent. Although he's just won a hard fought brawl, Malibu still has a look of disgust on his face, as if he's not completely satisfied with what he's done. COLE For a guy who got thrown into a match on a whim, and had to deal with two Upstart members instead of just one, he doesn't look like he's in a celebrating mood. COACH And he shouldn't be. One battle doesn't win a war, Cole. COLE Well, that's very profound of you to say. COACH Damn skippy, playa! COLE ...OK, but that wasn't. Malibu walks up the aisle to the dressing room, looking around as the fans rant and rave over his victory. Still, though he's won the match, the look on his face proves one thing. That this Civil War has gotten to him, and the concern over what The Upstarts will try next is running deep. COLE A raucous beginning to this first HD of '06 and we have much more to come. Tonight, we'll have the first two first round matches of the 2006 Anderson Cup along with Tha Puerto Rican going against Spanish Fly. We're also going to get some words from our NEW World Heavyweight Champion Peter Knight. CABOOSE And NONE from Stephen Joseph, thank God. COLE That's because Stephen Joseph is not at the arena tonight as he suffered a fractured arm along with a level-2 concussion after that brutal match with Peter Knight this past Sunday. CABOOSE Couldn't have happened to a better guy. COACH You're just a damn hater. A great champ jobbed out like that. Makes me sick. CABOOSE Too bloody bad. Nothing can spoil my mood tonight. I even got to play a little cricket in the deal. COLE We'll be back with more after this. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN. Up next, it's the beginning of the 2006 Anderson Cup in the form of a real international encounter. In terms of the past year, the most improved tag team in the OAOAST could easily be a title given to The Sooner Bruisers. They ran through the #1 Contenders The New, New Midnight Express just a couple of months ago at November Reign. Meanwhile, their opponents are a team representing HI-YAH Promotions in this year's tournament, Glory By Anarchy. The team debuted in the OAOAST two years ago but soon relocated to Japan and enjoyed it so much, they've stayed there since. However, the lure of a Tag Team Title shot at AngleMania V has drawn them back to American shores for this year's competition. At this time, while Coach and Caboose have a shirtless fight to the death in the parking lot...or, alternatively, grab themselves some coffee, it's my honour to bring in HI-YAH's head announcer, "The Professor" Mike Tenay to call this match with me. Mike, welcome. TENAY Thank you Michael...and, thank you for reading the notes I'd prepared for myself. COLE No problem. TENAY So, who's your money on? *grabs notes* COLE Uh...the Japanese guys? Glory Boy Energy? TENAY Caboose warned me you'd be this clueless, but I honestly didn't believe him. Until now. "FIIIIIRRRRREEEEE!!" "Fire" by Scooter hits to minimal reaction as the virtual unkowns in the U.S, Glory By Anarchy, make their way out. The HI-YAH duo powerwalk to the ring, the stockier Black leading the way while Romero fiddles with his mullet and lags behind somewhat. Black strides up the steps and goes righ to his corner, Romero close behind. BUFFER The following contest is a first-round match in the 2006 Anderson Cup, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing HI-YAH Promotions tonight. At a total combined weight of four hundred, seventy three pounds. The team of NATHAN BLACK and JASPER ROMERO... GLLOOOORRRYYY BY AAAANNAAAARRRCCHHHHYYYYY!!! The GBA gets a mixed reaction and a few, Japanese style streamers thrown into the ring from a small collection of fans grouped behind their corner. The referee Charles Robinson ends up with the tedious job of getting the streamers from the ring, while The GBA discuss strategy. TENAY These two men had a very successful 2005 in HI-YAH, but the one blot on their record was the repeated failure to capture the HI-YAH Tag Team Championships from The Love Doctors. They wrestle a very Japanese style and are both deceptively powerful. The problem tonight is, they're up against two men in The Sooner Bruisers who also favour that style...and will be more suited to it, due to their size advantages over both Glory By Anarchy members. Tonight, we may need to see a different tactic from The GBA. COLE Well, it's hard to see these two matching and beating The Sooners for power. TENAY To be fair, they've faced larger wrestler than they before and fared well. But, it's not the wise option to go toe to toe with Frank and Frankie. As the ring is cleared of pesky tissue paper, "Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter hits and the crowd show their allegiance as they cheer heartily for the duo of Frank and Frankie Frankensteiner! Frankie barks his way down to the ring, leaving Frank to show off his byte-ceps to the crowd, giving each bicep a quick kiss just to show how proud of his peaks he really is. Frankie is already in the ring, doing a quick dog-like circle that forces The GBA into retreat to the floor. BUFFER And, their opponents hail from Oklahoma! At a total combined weight of five hundred and thirty five pounds... FRANK FRANKENSTEINER! FRANKIE FRANKENSTEINER! THE SSSOOOOOONNEEEEEERRRRR BBRRRRUUUIIISSSSEEEEERRRRRRSSSSS!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Frank finally gets to the ring and tears himself away from his muscles for long enough to actually climb into the squared circle. Watching on from the corner, The GBA show no sign of nerves. Even as Frank points a threatening finger their way and telling them to "take a good look, bitches" while he gives a double bicep pose! Romero is ready to accept the gauntlet, flicking back his hair/mullet...but Black holds him back. COLE The Sooner Bruisers don't seem overly concerned with their opponents tonight, which isn't a good mindset to come in with. TENAY Certainly not. The Sooners are many people's darkhorse picks to go all the way to AngleMania and they certainly have all the tools to be Tag Team Title contenders. But being over-confident will lose your more matches than it'll win you. *DINGDINGDING!* As the bell sounds, The Psycho Gremlin decides to start the match for his team and jogs across the ring, still barking his head off. Jasper Romero looks most confused by this, but steps into the ring anyway and again makes sure his mullet is at it's finest before he goes into action. Frankie offers up a knucklelock, drawing Romero in...before pulling it away and sweeping behind Romero with a double leg takedown! Back to a seated position hops Romero, but Frankie grabs him in a waistlock to keep him controlled. TENAY Here's another advantage the Sooners have...they're both superb amateur wrestlers and can go to the mat with the best of them. Romero tries to squirm free. But Frankie hangs onto the waistlock tightly, so Romero uses his leverage against him and levers himself up to his feet, popping Frankie in the jaw with an elbow on the way. Romero lands another two elbows to free himself and hits the ropes in front, only to run straight into a boot to the chest! Stumbling backwards, Romero then almost falls prey to a devestating SOONERLINE... ...but manages to duck and scuttle from the ring to collect his thoughts. TENAY That was a close one! Romero and Black have done their homework I'm sure and they know they must, must, avoid those devestating Soonerlines that both Frank and Frankie utilise. COLE Indeed...we saw them take out everyone in their paths with them during the Lethal Rumble Match last week. As Frankie waits on all fours, Romero composes himself and re-enters the ring. Again Frankie offers up a knucklelock, but this time Romero swats it away and snatches on a side headlock. Frankie quickly goes to the ribs with some forearms and escapes behind into a hammerlock. Swinging out with an elbow, Romero suddenly finds himself spun around as Frankie ducks the elbow, stepping in front and keeping the hammerlock applied as he throws 'Romeo' overhead with a Hammerlock Release Belly To Belly Suplex! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Romero lands with his arm beneath him, rolling in agony as Frankie gives the crowd a little more barking before tagging in his brother. The Man Of Tommorrow casually steps in and pulls Romero up, wringing the arm and DRIVING his elbow into the shoulder...and again! Keeping hold of the arm, Frank then flips Romero onto his back and drops a leg across the arm. Frank then crosses his other leg over top of the arm, applying a short-arm scissors. TENAY The Sooners seem to be targeting the arm here which is a much more controlled strategy than simply coming in and throwing their opponents around. And in a single elimination environment such as this, you have to be able to do that. It's all very well winning and winning well, but one mistake and you could be gone completely. Frank is making no mistake with his work on the arm, as he tightens on the short-arm scissors. Trying for an escape, Romero prepares to roll backwards. That puts too much torque on his arm though, so he instead snaps his boot forward and catches Frank in the face...repeatedly, until he finally breaks away. Both men come to their feet and Frank goes to the arm. Romero sidesteps and pushes Frank off into the ropes. Back charges the Sooner, but Romero manages to leapfrog over him! And as Frank rebounds a second time, Romero lands a beautiful standing dropkick to the jaw! Managing not to land on his bad arm Romero is then able to scramble over and tag in his more experienced partner, Nathan Black. COLE In comes Black, who we could probably call the 'captain' of the team. TENAY Certainly. Black is somewhat of a mentor to his younger partner and he reached the final of the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship tournament last year, losing to Bohemoth in that match. Scooping Frank off the canvas, The Iceman sends his opponent into the corner with an irish whip...and follows in, slamming his forearm into the jaw of The Man Of Tommorrow! Frank falls to a knee, only to be pulled up by Black. Setting Frank up, Black then attempts a suplex. Frank proves too powerful and/or heavy to take over though, so Black ends up settling for some CLUBBERING~! forearms across the back! "BOO - MER SOO - NER!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "BOO - MER SOO - NER!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "BOO - MER SOO - NER!" *clap clap clapclapclap* Not allowing the hostile crowd to affect him, The Iceman then sends Frank across the ring into the opposite corner, looking for another big forearm in the buckles... ...AND MISSES! Black crashes into the turnbuckles, as Frank narrowly avoids the contact. Back staggers Black, straight into a waistlock and a German, with a bridge... 1... 2... Kickout! Despite the kickout, Frank hangs onto the waistlock doggedly and drags Black up to his feet for another German attempt. This time, Black hooks his foot around The Man Of Tommorrow's leg and blocks the move...and blocks again. His reward is a heavy forearm to the spine, sending him sprawling forward. Frank tags in Frankie before he then pulls Black up, sending him into the ropes with a whip and stepping aside to allow Frankie to execute a BIG powerslam!! 1... 2... Kickout! TENAY These Frankensteiners are just so explosive...so damn powerful! And as they gain more experience, they're going to become a force to be reckoned with! Frankie comes up and waits on Black, possibly for a SOONERLINE~! Trying to enter the ring, Jasper Romero is stopped by Charles Robinson and that in turn distracts Frankie who storms over to get rid of Romero. He turns his back on Black though, allowing him to sneak up behind Frankie and spin him around... ...SOONERLI... ...NO, DUCKED! Black ducks the Soonerline, catching Frankie in a half nelson and lifting him into a Half Nelson Backbreaker!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Wow! He got him up, just enough to land that devestating backbreaker variation! TENAY Just as we mentioned before the match, these men possess deceptive strength and we just saw some of it there! Having just been folded up across Black's knee, Frankie writhes in pain. Black is meanwhile heading across the apron and up towards the top rope. Frankie is still down in the centre of the ring as Black reaches the top and with no hint of playing to the crowd, being an Iceman and all, he soars off the top with a picture perfect Diving Kneedrop that almost drives right through Frankie's sternum!! Black makes the cover moments later... 1... 2... ...FRANK BREAKS THE PIN! "YYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Frank gives poor Charles Robinson a verbal tongue lashing on his way out of the ring, while Black sets about pulling Frankie over to his corner and making the tag to Romero. Together, The GBA pull Frankie back to his feet and send him into the ropes with a double irish whip, landing a double back elbow to put The Psycho Gremlin down. TENAY I think The GBA are simply trying to consolidate some sort of advantage now, trying to slow the Sooner Bruisers' momentum down. They've slowed the pace and they're keeping the Man Of Tommorrow out on the apron. Now the legal man, Romero pulls Frankie up and pops him with a forearm. He follows that up with a boot to the gut and then shows impressive strength to hoist Frankie onto his shoulders, carrying him across the ring for a simple fireman's carry and following that up with a legdrop! Romero then fixes his mullet, before hitting a second legdrop. With a combo in sight, Romero then hits the ropes and goes for a third legdrop...MISSES! Frankie rolls out of the way and Romero ends up jarring his spine on the mat. He's straight back up though and lunges over to tag Black, The Iceman rushing into the ring to prevent Frankie from reaching his corner. TENAY An important save made by The Iceman there. And a very smart tag from Jasper Romero Unloading with forearms, Black manages to back Frankie into the ropes and then sets him for an irish whip. Frankie spins out of the whip though, pulling Black in with a short-arm and popping him over with a T-Bone Suplex! TENAY But all of The GBA's good work is undone with just one suplex! Black goes tumbling across the ring, as Frankie climbs back up. And smartly, he gives in to his partner's request and MAKES THE TAG!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" TENAY And here comes Frank!! The Man Of Tommorrow, Frank Frankensteiner, steps into the ring to a big pop from the crowd. First in line is Jasper Romero, as he runs in and gets sent HIGH overhead with a backbody drop! Frank then grabs Black, throwing him overhead with a Release Belly To Belly Suplex! Staggering up, Romero advances on Frank..but gets caught and thrown in Release Belly To Belly style as well!! Frank then goes back to the legal man in the match, pulling The Iceman up and sending him into the corner, before following in with a big clothesline! Black slumps into the corner, while Frank jogs across the ring and grabs Romero, whipping him into a pile-up in the corner with his partner...and nailing them both with a clothesline in the corner! COLE The Man Of Tommorrow is knocking both of his opponents straight into next week! TENAY What domination being shown by Frank Frankensteiner...and look, his partner can just afford to watch on! Casually, Frank throws Romero out of the ring like SO much trash. He's only concerned with the legal man, Nathan Black, who goes high overhead and lands on his shoulder from a brutal T-Bone Suplex! Crawling over, Frank makes the pin... 1... 2... ...BUT BLACK IS OUT AT TWO! Undettered, Frank pulls Black back up. Sending him into the ropes, Frank then catches Black on the rebound, spinning The Iceman around with ease and planting him with his patented Tilt-A-Whirl Suplex! FRANK HUH!?! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" TENAY Well I think it may be Frankensteiner time! COLE Oh yeah, they're both ready! TENAY No, no...THE Frankensteiner. COLE Yeah, but which one!?! TENAY ... Pulling up Black, Frank is indeed setting up for The Frankensteiner, whipping Black into the ropes...but Black holds on, stopping his momentum. In charges Frank, but Black beats him to it and lands a high knee! Frank stays up, so Black charges again...and gets caught again. Another Overhead Release Belly To Belly sends Black soaring... ...BUT HE GETS RIGHT BACK UP!! TENAY FIGHTING SPIRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT~! Yet to notice, Frank shows off his peaks for the fans, before turning around... ...BLACK LARIAT... ...IS DUCKED!! Black skids to a halt and turns, met by a boot to the gut and snatched into a double underhook. Knowing what comes next though, Black frantically throws and fits until he struggles free, twisting out in front of Frank and kicking him in the gut. Black then switches behind and applies a waistlock, ready for the Anarchistic License (Chaos Theory). Stubbornly, Frank puts up a fight. But Black releases the waistlock and clubs away at the back of Frank until he's weakened up, then charges for the corner. FRANKIE DUCK! Suddenly, Frankie Frankensteiner is in and yells for his brother to duck as he aims a SOONERLINE right at his head... ...Frank ducks... ...AND FRANKIE TAKES BLACK'S HEAD OFF!! TENAY OH! The devestating Soonerline, connects! Jasper Romero tries to get in, but Frankie barges him off the apron, as Frank falls back on top of Black... 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* TENAY And that's it! One Soonerline and Nathan Black is put out! A convincing victory for the Sooner Bruisers here tonight and they will advance on! Frankie pulls his older brother up and pats him on the back, while Frank shows off the muscles one more time for his 'cyber-freaks'. BUFFER Your winners of the match, advancing on to the next round of The Anderson Cup...THE SOONER BRUISERS!! COLE So the second seeded Bruisers are the first team to advance to the second round of the Cup and they will meet the winners of the match between the three seed Love Doctors and the six seed Team Heyross, which will be coming up in a few weeks. Later tonight our second first round match, this time from the Los Infernales bracket, has the top seed Global Party Exchange face off against the eight seed Los Diablos de Fuego. TENAY This tournament is off to a great start, Michael, and it should be a pleasure calling the rest of these matches. COLE With me, right? TENAY Well, you're better than Don West, at least. COLE Is that supposed to be a compliment or not? (We go backstage where The Triple Threat are at the catering table talking) NICK Guess what brothers we have landed ourselves in the Rumble match at Anglepalooza! DICK Mfmpfmahamfhhhfam *Dick says with a mouth full of crackers and cheese* NICK Dick please do not talk with your mouth full of food. RICK I think what our illustrious brother is trying to say is that this is awesome news. NICK Of course it is. When I win we will celebrate all through the night. Ladies will flock to us because women want to be with a Main Eventer! RICK When YOU win?? NICK Well yeah. You guys are out there to help me win right? RICK What about us? DICK Yeah what about us? NICK Fine...we'll settle this like old times. DICK A game of quarters? NICK No not a game of quarters. We'll settle this like men.....rock, paper, scissors. *All three men play the game and Nick comes out the winner.* RICK No fair....why does paper beat rock anyway?? DICK Something about wrapping it up. RICK But can't you throw the rock at the paper and it would tear it? NICK It doesn't matter! I won so I'm the one who gets to win the Rumble! After all I'm the one who inherited the brains and the looks of the family. RICK He's got a point. DICK I thought I was the brains. RICK No you're the brawn. DICK Well what are you then? RICK I'm the style. NICK So are you two going to help me in the Rumble? RICK Of course. DICK No problem. NICK Good....now that it's settled let's play a game of quarters. (We fade out on Nick grabbing some beers.) Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 Cole: And in our next match, we get to see the returning Otaku II against a fellow named Emo Kid! Caboose: This won’t end well; I can guarantee you that. Cole: Why do you say that, Caboose? Caboose: A Kid who’s Emo is liable to do anything. Cole: We’ll see in a moment! “Ohio is for Lovers” by Hawthorne Heights hits as Emo Kid walks out the doors onto the stage. The crowd chants “Cheer up Emo Kid!” He responds “You don’t understand my pain!” Emo Kid is clad in tight black jeans and a very tight black OAOAST T shirt. He continues to scream “You don’t understand my PAAAAAIIIIINN!” as he walks down the ramp, moping. Buffer: Introducing first, hailing from Dayton, Ohio and weighing in at 180 lbs, EMO KID! Emo Kid mopes some more in the ring as “Ashburn” kicks up. The crowd roars for the returning Otaku II! He runs down the ramp, giving out high fives and sliding into the ring, tossing his T shirt to the crowd and getting ready to face his first opponent of the New Year. Cole: Otaku looks to have fully recovered from his insane No Holds Barred match at Climax against Vitamin X. Caboose: You never know, though. A match like that can alter a person for life. Otaku and EK meet in the middle of the ring. Otaku offers the rookie a handshake, but EK just slaps him, screaming “You don’t understand my pain! Shaking your blood soaked hand only adds to my misery!” and begins a kick and punch assault on the masked man. Cole: Emo Kid doesn’t seem very stable at all; he probably shouldn’t be wrestling. The referee pulls Emo Kid away from Otaku, admonishing him for the closed fist. EK pushes him away, saying “I want him to feel my pain!” but when he goes back to Otaku, the masked man has recovered and CHOP! WOOOO! CHOP! WOOOO! CHOP! WOOOO! EK has to clutch at his chest because those chops are very stiff and that shirt offers him no protection at all. Otaku whips EK into the ropes and on the rebound hits a BIG Back Body Drop! Cole: Otaku’s now taking control of the match, look for him to start working the back and legs to set up his Sharpshooter. Otaku goes, as Cole predicted to the legs, grabbing one and dropping an elbow onto it and cranks on it. EK struggles and wiggles, but can’t break free. Otaku lets up on the leg and stands, looking to try something else, but EK crawls away and slides out of the ring. Cole: What is the rookie doing here? Caboose: He’s being smart, he’s showing wisdom beyond his years, he’s getting out of the ring to break up Otaku’s rhythm. Oh..wait, no he isn’t..this isn’t going to end well at all Coach :What’s he got there? Joey Styles: OH MY GAWWWWWD! The Emo Kid has a razor! Cole: Is he? Otaku gets out of the ring as EK prepares to slit his wrist and tackles him down, pinning his arms down and kicking away the razor. Otaku: Get this kid some help! A policeman runs down the ramp and cuffs EK. Cole: It’s for his own good. Caboose: Well, Otaku got a little warm up, but that’s certainly not the sort of matchup that will get him back into the shape it takes to compete with the likes of the Lightning Crew! This portion of HeldDOWN is brought to you by Killer Kod. Good luck finding a theater that's showing it, though. COLE This next match is happening because Crystal is a bitch. … … COLE Well it’s true! CABOOSE Ahem, that’s one way to put it. The more diplomatic way would be to say that the Cannon Kid ticked off Crystal with a comment of hers at the Angle Awards. Crystal didn’t take too kindly to it, and here we are. COACH Crystal is gonna KILL that disrespectin’ rookie! BUFFER Already in the ring, she weighs in at 131 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, she is a trainee at the OAOAST School, she is the Cannon Kid! Looking nervous, the Cannon Kid waves to the lukewarm crowd in acknowledgement and waits for her opponent. I’ve exposed your lies, baby And underneath no big surprise Now it’s time for changing and cleansing everything To forget your love… BUFFER And from Coquitlam, British Columbia, she weighs in at 155 pounds, she was the first women to be the OAOAST World Champion, she is Crystal! Crystal ignores the jeering as she enters the ring, walks right up to the anxious Cannon Kid, and slaps the taste out of her mouth! DING! DING! DING! COACH Great way to start off the match! Crystal picks up the fallen Kid and throws her lighter opponent in the corner. She taunts Kid, and gives a couple of hard forearms before lighting her up with some hard chops. Not letting Kid catch her breath, Crystal slaps her hard again, so hard that Kid’s knees buckle and she falls to the mat. CRYSTAL IS THIS WHAT THE WOMEN’S DIVISION IS? PATHETIC! COLE Yeah, that’s big of Crystal. Picking on the least experienced wrestler of the division and kicking the crap out of her! I guarantee she wouldn’t be able to do this with Adams, Street, or Matthews, that’s for sure! Crystal picks up Kid, and sets her up in between her legs. She looks around at the booing crowd before picking her up and delivering a devastating powerbomb! Kid’s head bounces at the impact! Crystal doesn’t let go of the Cannon Kid’s legs, flips her around, and locks in the Crystalling! Kid taps out as quick as she can. DING! DING! DING! BUFFER And your winner, at 45 seconds, CRYSTAL! Crystal isn’t listening to Buffer though, as she still has the Crystalling locked in. She shifts her position slightly so she is looking at the rampway so she can see any interferers. DING! DING! DING! CABOOSE Come on, now let the kid go. And it seems Crystal’s suspicions are right, as Jenny Adams comes sprinting down to a chorus of cheers to save the Cannon Kid! Crystal simply lets go of the submission move and smirks at the angry Jenny, who looks torn between attacking Crystal and seeing if her friend is alright. Jenny settles of checking on Kid while keeping her eyes locked on Crystal, who doesn’t make a move to attack, but instead, grabs the microphone from Buffer. CRYSTAL How pathetic! I trail blazed the wrestling industry for women for girls like this kid to be able to compete in the big leagues? Jenny, I sincerely hope that you were watching that match, because then hopefully it’ll get through to your little brain that this women’s division is a joke compared to my abilities! It’s a joke that it is regarded on the same level as me! If I ever get in the ring with you, I’ll make you SUFFER for leading this abomination of a division and for trying to replace all the hard work I’ve been put through! She gives one last look at Jenny and Cannon before stepping out of the ring and heading up the aisle, an evil smirk of satisfaction on her face. COACH That's my girl. CABOOSE Psh, you can have her. COLE (listening on headset) Whassat? Huh, speaking of the Women's division, we understand that something's going on in the locker room...JOSH! (Cut to Josh Matthews, standing beside a locker room door with a piece of paper taped on it) JOSH Thanks, guys! I'm standing here in the locker room where, just moments ago, a contract was posted on this door by a top-ranking OAOAST official. This piece of paper (points at it), if signed, will automatically have the signee slated to face Brodie Lewis at Anglepalooza, as the OAOAST feels as if these fits of terror that Brodie has been raging upon officials, referees, and security guards throughout the past couple of weeks are completely unacceptable and want them to come to an end by forcing Brodie to focus her efforts on wrestling and more importantly, earning a title shot at the OAOAST World Women's Title that she claims has been kept from her... (Julie "The Shark" Sharcor, wearing a Team SHARK hoodie (designed like Team Tapout gear) and workout pants, walks into the shot) Josh backs up as far away as he can, in fright from the monster. Sharcor pulls a pen out from her pocket and signs the contract. She then looks over at Josh, who gets scared and trips backwards over his own feet, and walks off. Josh gets up, brushes himself off, and looks closely at the contract...then looks back into the camera in utter disbelief. JOSH Oh my Lord....Brodie Lewis...Julie Sharcor...someone's gonna DIE at ANGLEPALOOZA! (Cut back to a shot of Michael Cole & The Coach, both of whom have their mouths wide open in shock.) COLE Uh...uh...uh... COACH The two most violent women, if not PEOPLE, in that locker room, and they're gonna fight EACH OTHER at Anglepalooza? Josh was wrong. Someone won't die....EVERYONE'S GONNA DIE! Order Anglepalooza, January 29th, only on Pay-Per-View. Why? Everyone's gonna die, that's why! *Cut (once again) to Josh Matthews backstage.* JOSH Joining me at this time, the 2005 Wrestler of the Year, as well as the reigning two-time Heartland champion, Alfdogg! *Alf walks onto the screen as the crowd goes wild.* JOSH Alf, you heard the words of Brock Ausstin two weeks ago on this show, is there anything you'd like to say at this time in regards to that? ALF You know, Josh, I was sitting at home recuperating from that Christmas Deathmatch, and I hear Brock Ausstin running his mouth out in the ring, talking about having me right where he wanted me. And you know, over the past couple months, when he had five guys in a stable assisting him, he thought the same thing. But guess what? *Alf holds up the Heartland belt and the crowd cheers.* They were all wrong. Now, Brock, there's no doubt that you may be the most dangerous and upredictable superstar in this business today. But what makes you think that you can do yourself, what you and five of your buddies, or former buddies, couldn't? You can bet our paths will cross again Brock, and when they do, you can expect an all-out rumble the likes of which you've never seen in your life. *crowd cheers* JOSH And speaking of a Rumble, that of course brings us to January 29th and Anglepalooza, where the 30 top superstars in the world vie for a shot at the OAOAST World championship in the Lethal Rumble, you're one of those 30, Alf. ALF That's right, Josh. And you know that I'll go through whoever I have to to make sure that at AngleMania, it's going to be *points to self* the best Wrestler of 2005, vs the best of 2006. And Peter Knight, you finally did it on Sunday, way to go. Enjoy it while you can, because at AngleMania, it's all going to be gone again, when I walk out of Atlantic City the TWO-TIME OAOAST World heavyweight champion. *crowd cheers as Alf walks off.* JOSH That is, of course, assuming that PK still *has* the belt going into AngleMania. Let's go back out to ringside! COLE Thank you Josh... Sweet Home Chicago by the Blues Brothers hits, and as the lyrics begin, JUMBO struts through the curtains in rhythm with the music! COLE ...and here comes Jumbo with a new look, Coach! COACH Well, we haven't seen the big guy or his friends Chris & Jay since Climax, but Jumbo is back right here tonight! Jumbo walks down the sides of the aisle, receiving high-fives from the fans, who suddenly have seemed to warm up to him. He then rolls into the ring. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! To my right, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at 440 pounds...JUMMMMMMMMMMMMMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Jumbo raises his arms to the crowd, who give him a warm reception. BUFFER Already in the ring, from Wichita, Kansas, weighing in at 238 pounds...STANLEY KING!!! *DING DING DING* COLE The crowd really seems to have welcomed Jumbo back with open arms here in Nashville, as he ties up with Stanley King from Wichita, Kansas! Jumbo throws King right back into his corner out of the tie-up, then laughs and struts across the ring as King smacks his hands down on the ring ropes. King complains to the referee about a hair-pull, drawing boos from the crowd. He then ties up with Jumbo again, and Jumbo grabs a side headlock. King grabs a handful of hair and pulls him back into the ropes, then whips him to the other side. Jumbo comes back with a full head of steam, however, and shoulder checks King, who rolls over backwards and rolls right out of the ring! COACH Well, young Stanley King letting his inexperience shine through, trying to match power with the big guy when he's got about a 200-pound weight disadvantage! King rolls back into the ring and circles Jumbo, backing into a corner. Jumbo lunges at King, who dodges and hits Jumbo with a dropkick, which staggers him. COACH That's what he got to do, he's got to use speed and try to wear the big guy down! However, a second dropkick attempt is simply brushed away, and Jumbo takes him down with a kneelift! Jumbo then measures King, and drops an elbow! Cover... 1.... 2........ Kickout! COLE Wow, credit to King right there, kicking out of that massive elbowdrop from Jumbo! Jumbo picks King up and backs him into a corner, driving shoulders to the midsection. He then pulls him back out, and drills him with a vertical suplex! Jumbo plays to the crowd, who gives him another positive reaction! He then grabs King and whips him to the ropes, catching him with a BIG BOOT~! Jumbo then backs into the ropes, and comes back with the XL SPLASH~!!!111 1... 2...... 3!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Here is your winner...JUMBO!!! COLE An impressive showing from Jumbo in his return bout, and I'm still amazed at the sudden popularity of the big guy! *Jumbo walks to the back, giving some more fives to the ringsiders.* We cut to the exterior of the arena as the camera focuses on a pair of headlights in the distance. As they get closer, we see that they belong to a stretch limo, which rolls to a stop right in front of the cameraman. He quickly rushes over to the door as it opens......and Peter Knight steps out, dressed fairly swank in a blue dress shirt, beige pants and a black sports jacket (hey, I hate wearing suits so PK will as well), the OAOAST World Title draped over his shoulder. He pats the belt before walking off camera. COLE The new champ is in the building! Comm....ah, screw it, let's keep this party rolling Cue: "Calling Dr Love" The white coated figures of Dr Max Anderson and Dr Steven Pigley jump out on to the stage, grooving to the sounds of Kiss as the HeldDown crowd gives them a warm welcome back. *DING DING* BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall! Approaching the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, total combined weight 465lbs, they are the Surgeons of Soul, the HIYAH International Tag Team Champions of the World - the LURRRRRRRVE DOC-TORS! Max and Steve stop dancing and sprint down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and then stripping off their coats to reveal matching red tights and their HIYAH title belts. BUFFER Their opponents, already in the ring, at a total combined weight of 540lbs - Alexander Del Ray and BIFF! Del Ray, a handsome 200lb cruiser of Italian descent, holds his chin up arrogantly, while the 340lbs of mixed muscle and fat that is BIFF jumps up and down with excitement. COLE Well, here we go with the return of the Docs, back to warm up for their Anderson Cup match against Team Heyross. They've been working extensively in Japan, both defending those HIYAH titles on what has become a very long and successful reign, and also working with Japanese doctors on various exciting projects. CABOOSE Such as? COLE Penis enlargement. They actually used the Doc's own DNA to base the treatment on. I have brochures! CABOOSE Don't be fooled, Mikey. They put bananas in those tights. COLE Full of fruity goodness. COACH If you've quite finished? It's good to have the Docs back, if only so we can all see what a tag team should never, ever look like. Look at the long hair and the pretty boy good looks! It's pathetic! COLE Just for that, no penis brochure for you. It's going to be Dr Max and Alexander Del Ray to start this non-title match. Veteran official Clem Buzzlefoxer beckons them to get it on...and then falls flat on his back, clutching his chest! COLE Oh my God! Referee Buzzlefoxer is in trouble! CABOOSE He is 92, you know. Dr Max springs into action, loosening Clem's zebra shirt and checking his pulse. Nobly, Max begins mouth to mouth, while Dr Pigley vaults in to administer some CPR. COACH Ew...Anderson is kissing a man. An old man. That's disgusting. COLE He's saving his life! COACH Hey, the Coach does that every single day. Just his presence on this Earth stops millions from killing themselves in anguish over their hopeless, Coach-less lives. Del Ray looks as disgusted as Coach sounds, and turns his back on proceedings. BIFF is chewing the top rope with a thoughtful look on his bowling ball head. The crowd gets behind Clem: "PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!" "LET'S GO HEART! LET'S GO HEART!" But there's no response from the fallen referee. Max and Steve look at each other. There's clearly only one thing left to try. The Docs leap to their feet. Max Anderson yells at a ringside official...and their theme music comes back! The Docs bust out the dance moves, twisting and bending and whipping the female portion of the audience into a frenzy. COACH What the hell is this? I heard of dancing on someone's grave (I'm gonna tap dance you good, Cole) but this is ridiculous! The Docs finally stop, hold up a open hand each, and plunge their palms onto Clem's chest! He convulses, shakes - and sits up! COLE Wow! The Docs harnessed the power of their sex appeal as a defibrillator to restart Clem's heart! COACH That's the most stupid thing I ever heard. Nevertheless, Clem is getting to his feet. He's ok! "I'm ok!" Clem proclaims in his gravely voice, "Let's get it on!" Del Ray and BIFF jump the Docs from behind, knocking them to the mat and stomping a mud hole. COLE I wonder if Clem had a near death experience? CABOOSE It feels like I'm having one right now... Clem has recovered enough to get BIFF out of the ring. Del Ray brings Max up and rocks him with a hard forearm as Pigley rolls out. Del Ray with the whip to the ropes and a dropkick to the jaw of Dr Anderson as he bounces back. Del Ray poses, arms outstretched, to the displeasure of the crowd. Del Ray brings Anderson up and whips him to the ropes once more, ducking down for a back drop, but Max rolls over his back and lands behind him. Dr Anderson with a hard kick to the back of Del Ray, and then spins him around, grabs his head - Anaesthetiser !(X factor) Anderson tags Dr Steve, who climbs to the top rope. As Del Ray picks himself up, Pigley leaps off, clamping his legs around Del Ray's head and spinning him around with a hurricanrana! Del Ray staggers to his feet and charges wildly at Pigley, who greets him with a Japanese arm drag. Pigley grabs Del Ray by the neck, but Del Ray pulls him down throat first onto the middle rope, and tags his partner. COLE The Love Docs fighting back strong after being jumped to start. COACH But look, here's a real wrestler. Big, ugly, and mean. BIFF is in the ring, and picks Pigley up - body slam. Again - body slam. BIFF runs the ropes - big fat splash! ONE! TWO! Kick out! BIFF with a third body slam, and then a falling head BUTT. The big man brings Pigley up and lifts him into a Gorilla press! But Dr Max dashes in and dropkicks BIFF in the chest. Pigley drops onto his shoulders, and BIFF staggers into a corner, enabling Pigley to get his feet onto the ropes - tornado DDT! Standing Star Press from Pigley! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Del Ray breaks it up! Max comes back and catches Del Ray with a trio of chops, followed by hoisting him up onto his shoulders. Pigley steps to the apron, and then vaults onto the middle of the top rope, leaping up and grabbing Del Ray's head, before driving it down in the mat as Anderson drops back! COLE Springboard Doomsday Ace Crusher! COACH That's a dangerous move. Didn't these guys take the Hippocratic oath? COLE No, YOU'RE a hippocrat! Anderson kicks Del Ray out of the ring as the Docs turn back to BIFF. Referee Clem is a little lenient on the five second rule here, but he does owe the Docs his life, however much of it is left, at least. BIFF staggers up only to eat a double super kick to the jaw! He flops back to the mat like a beached whale, as Anderson heads up top to hit Shock Therapy! (450 Splash) Pigley with the cover: ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING DING* Cue: "Calling Dr Love" The Docs celebrate in their usual grooving manner, even inviting Clem to join them in a few careful moves. COLE A good win for the Love Doctors going into the Anderson Cup. They're not one of the favourites, it has to be said, but I think they have an outside shot. COACH No way. The Anderson Cup has some of the best tag teams in the world. Beating unknown Japanese teams and jobbers like these is no way to prepare for it. The Docs are still celebrating when the members of Team Heyross themselves hit the ring! Benjamin and Moss attack with vicious intent; Moss grabbing Max and actually hurling him out over the top to the floor with a belly to belly throw! Quentin has one of the HIYAH title belts and gives Dr Pigley the Orange Crush onto the metal plate! The Bruisers get in a few more kicks and punches before departing, looking pleased with themselves. COLE A heinous assault from Team Heyross! They've just struck an early blow before their Anderson Cup match, roughing up the Docs. COACH Great tactics. Not only deliver some physical injury, but make your opponents scared of you. CABOOSE Jonny, no ones been scared of you in your life. Apart from Crystal, during your catchphrase period. COACH I can't believe I had to say that crap... COLE I have a feeling that Team Heyross may have just done something they'll regret! Either way, its going to be a huge match! Now, if our director will allow us to so we can pay some bills, we'll take a break. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 As we come back to HeldDOWN~! from commercials from our WONDERFUL sponsors, Daft Punk's "One More Time" plays in the background and Jade Rodez stands in the ring having a leisurely chat with referee Mike Sparks. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following Women's Division contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from Grand Rapids, Michigan...she weighs in at one hundred, fourty six pounds... JADE HEY! BUFFER ... JJAAAAAADDEEEEEEE RRRRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Jade salutes the crowd with a beaming smile on her face. But the fun and games are brought to an abrupt end as Lunatic Calm's "Leave You Far Behind [instrumental]" reverberates around the arena and the scowling Serena Blackmore appears on the stage. BUFFER And the opponent. Hailing from Philidelphia, Pennsylvania...she weighs in at one hundred and fifty six pounds. SSEEEEERRREEEEEEENNAAAAAA BBLLLAAAAAAACCKKMMMMMOOOOOORRRRRREEEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE We have a lot of history in this match, going back to the days of the Christian Wright-Leon Rodez feud. Serena debuted as help for Wright and she brutally attacked the rookie Jade for her old friend. Since then, Serena's distanced herself from...well, everyone...while Jade has been down in OAOVW learning the ropes for the past half a year. CABOOSE Well, it's pretty obvious she's out of her depth. Serena destroyed her before and now, she's even more bitter. This is just going to be a nice little warm-up for Serena and her shot at the Women's Title in that 6 Way Scramble at AnglePalooza. COLE We haven't seen Jade for months though, so we may be in for a surprise... Striding down the aisle, Serena storms up the steps and straight across the ring towards Jade, SLAPPING her across the face without any warning what-so-ever! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* The bell quickly sounds as Jade hangs over the middle rope holding her face. Serena takes advantage as she drapes her leg over the back of her opponent's head, choking her across the middle rope! Serena's face contorts in fury as she forces downwards on the head, despite the reprimands from referee Sparks who has been caught as much by surprise by Serena's ferocity as Rodez is! CABOOSE Yep, we were sure in for a surprise. COLE Would you look at this vicious attack! Serena Blackmore isn't here to play games tonight! Serena continues the choke until Sparks eventually pulls her off, which earns him a shove and a foul glare. Pulling Jade off the ropes, Serena now goes on a more route one attack. A hard forearm slams into Jade's jaw, sending her staggering backwards a couple of steps. Allowing Serena to get a run-up on a second forearm, with enough force to snap Jade's head back and send her crashing to the mat! Jade's eyes are already looking hazy. But Serena has no mercy and hauls Jade right back up by the hair, in order to nail another stiff forearm strike. This time Jade falls in the corner, her head resting on the middle turnbuckle as her scrambled brain begins to collect itself. Well, until Serena squashes it against the buckle with a running knee! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SERENA ARE YOU WATCHING ASHLEY!?! ARE YOU WATCHING!?! Serena screams right into the camera before she drags Jade up again. The young rookie is dis-orientated and is having trouble even standing at the moment, but instinctively starts swinging with some quick rights in the hope that she'll connect somehow. Serena avoids each and every one of them though, waiting for her chance to attack. Stepping behind, she hits a quick back suplex and tries a cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Glaring at Sparks as she stands, Serena casually punts Jade in the ear! Jade howls in pain and tries to crawl away. But Serena grabs her by the shorts and halts her progress, then slams her boot into the back of Jade's head ruthlessly! "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" Sneering at the chants, Serena picks Jade up. A scoop...and a slam, before Serena measures Jade up and drops a vicious, Regal style knee to the top of the forehead that has Jade writhing. Serena affords a slight smile as she makes a cover, grinding her forearm into Jade's face for good measure... 1... 2... Kickout! Angrily, Serena grabs Jade by the hair, pulling her head of the canvas...and simply HEADBUTTING her!! COLE Good Lord! CABOOSE Yowza...now, THAT's a woman! COLE You know, I'd love to know what this woman's problem is. There's some deep rooted stuff there for her to be so ruthless, so vicious, there just has to be! CABOOSE She grew up in Philly, Michael. Of COURSE she's vicious! With the cruel, mean scowl still etched on her face, Serena drags what's left of Jade up and hooks up her arms into a double underhook. A hard knee lands in the chest...which is well padded, if you catch my drift, but can't stand up to two more knees. Followed up with a Butterfly Suplex, executed crisply by Serena who goes straight into a pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Now Serena is really getting frustrated and takes it out verbally on Mike Sparks. Jade meanwhile clambers back up behind Serena, who is still argueing with the referee. But eventually she does turn around...AND JADE LANDS A FOREARM! Desperation, but it still has Serena reeling, caught totally by surprise. Jade lands another forearm...and another...another, then a fifth before whipping Serena into the corner with all she has left inside. After a quick fire up of the crowd, Jade then finds the energy to charge in with some DOUBLE KNEES~! in the corner! Serena stumbles out...into a small package!! 1... 2... NOOOO!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd groan in disappointment, as Jade lands a forearm on Serena as the two get to their feet. She then lands a second. Going for a third though, Jade forearms nothing but sole as Serena kicks the forearm attempt away. Serena then boots Jade in the gut and picks her up over the shoulder, before trying to lever the youngster down her back for the Air Raid Cra...COUNTERED! Sunset Flip!! 1... 2... KICKOUT!! COLE Almost a shock win! Tremendous fight being shown by the youngest Rodez sibling! CABOOSE But all she's doing is catching Serena by surprise. Eventually, Serena's gonna get wise to it and make extra certain she drops Jade on her head, properly. Scrambling up, Serena manages to land first shot with a knee deep in the breadbasket. Jade doubles over and Serena capitalises, with a quick snap suplex. That at least gives Serena her momentum back and time to shake off some cobwebs, before she turns and encourages Jade to get back up. The punishment Jade has taken is telling now and she's slow to recover, reaching her knees and stopping momentarily. She then reaches one knee...which is when Serena charges... ...SHINING ENZIGURI MISSES!! Jade grabs a front facelock on Serena as she lands in front of her, trapping Serena and giving the youngster from Grand Rapids chance to climb fully back up, before spiking Serena with a simple but effective DDT! COLE Now, that may just turn the tide of this match! Now Jade is getting another rush of adrenaline, or something from somewhere to spur her back to her feet. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" Jade waits for Serena to reach her knees, then runs forward and lands a Million $ Kneelift. Away sprawls Serena, a look of anger masking the fact she's seeing stars right now as she falls into the corner. Jade is right behind her and grabs hold of Serena's black locks, pulling her head back and slamming it into the turnbuckle... ...and again... ...again... "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!!!!!" Looking distinctly dazed, it's Serena's turn to stumble around throwing phantom right hands. Jade waits for the flurry to come to a stop before, with a beaming smile on her face, takes Serena into a Cobra Clutch...and wrenches her down across a knee with a modified Backbreaker!! Brushing Serena off of her knee, Jade then hooks a leg and makes the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Jade is already up, not about to waste time arguing the count. Instead, she waits on Serena to get back up, impatiently hopping on the spot as she waits. CABOOSE So, she didn't learn the art of selling at OAOVW then? COLE Hush! Pulling herself up, the look on Serena's face says that Jade is in trouble. But little does Serena know that Jade is waiting on her, anticipating the moment Serena turns around and fires off an Enziguri towards the face (Gamengiri)...NO! Serena swats the potent kick away! Landing on her front, Jade realises she's in trouble and rolling onto her back, sitting up... ...AND GETTING KICKED CLEAN IN THE GOD-DAMNED FACE!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! COLE OH, she knocked her out!! She knocked her clean out!! Jade does indeed look KOed. But Serena isn't content with merely knocking her opponent unconscious. She wants to put an exclamation mark on the result...maybe even a tildebang~! Reaching over her motionless opponent, Serena grabs a handful of hair and sits Jade up, wrapping on a body scissors from the front and clamping on Sweet Serenity (Seated Front Dragon Sleeper)!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Coming back to her senses, Jade finds herself trapped. And she has hardly any senses left. Certainly not enough to escape the hold... *TAPTAPTAP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* CABOOSE What did I tell you...a walk in the park. The bell sounds, but Serena doesn't care. Still she clings onto the hold, wrenching the neck of Rodez with fire in her eyes. COLE Come on...break the hold! BREAK THE HOLD! This match is OVER! *DINGDINGDING!* COLE This is ridiculous, get some people out here already!! CABOOSE Calm down Michael, she might just be a little hard of hearing. *DINGDINGDING!* Finally Serena releases the hold and pie-faces the decimated Rodez away from her as she climbs to her feet. The sound of boos rings out through the arena as Serena stares down at Jade, fuming, almost shaking in anger as she runs her hands through her hair. And slowly, a sick smile emerges on her face. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There is something wrong with that woman, some sort of mental imbalance. She's mentally unstable, look at her! CABOOSE Oh, quit being such a drama queen! Leaving the ring, the still fuming Blackmore storms back up the aisle as the boos continue raining down on her. On the way, Serena briefly turns around and makes a quick "belt motion", before she finally leaves. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Jade Rodez is being helped from the ring. She's groggy and her neck is obviously in tremendous pain, but Jade brushes Sparks away as she wants to leave the ring on her own power. And that earns her warm applause from the fans... COLE Jade is showing that she, like her big brother, has a lot of heart. NED So, how old did you say she was? Waiting right behind the curtain, is "The Handsome Hustler" himself, Ned Blanchard. The camera pans around to Simon Singleton, crouched over a laptop. With a few quick rattles of the keys, Simon looks up and smiles. SIMON Eighteen. Also, her favourite colour is purple and she likes long walks in the moonlight. NED Eighteen, huh? Well, if it's legal in Canada, it's legal to me. Let's do this... SIMON Look, Ned, are you sure Jimmy's got this right? I really don't think we CAN make Leon angry. Have you seen the guy? He's always happy! Always! NED No, Jimmy's right, everybody's got a weak spot. And once we're done with Leon's, he's going to be so blinded with rage that he'll be easy pickings come AnglePalooza Right on cue, the exhausted looking Jade Rodez staggers through the curtains. Holding her neck and limping slightly, Jade staggers past the 'gorilla position' and comes to a sudden stop at the sight of Ned Blanchard leant up against the wall on one elbow. The smile on his face could be described as nothing but 'suspicious', arousing suspiscion from Jade. NED Hey baby, does the word 'moist' mean anything to you? JADE Excuse me? SIMON Uhm...I think what my partner meant to say was, you look exhausted. We saw your match and you did real good out there. JADE Aw, thanks, that's sweet of you to say that. NED Oh yeah...we were real impressed! Leaning himself off the wall, Ned SWAGGERS~! over to Jade. NED Sure, it was a shame you didn't win. But that's no reason to be glum in this, the holiday season. Christmas may be gone, but I've still got some mistletoe hanging...maybe I might get a kiss under it? JADE Well, you never know. *giggles* SIMON (mumbling) Just wait until you see where he's hung it. NED Well, it just so happens that there's an exclusive party in my pants tonight and I have one invite left. Fancy it? JADE Ugh! Don't tell me that's the best line you've got. NED Oh, far from it. What's got 10 inches and speaks French? Ned points to his crotch. NED Moi. JADE That's terrible. Taking another step forward, Ned brushes a lock of hair from the cowering Jade's face and makes a kissy face. NED And...is that the way you like it? JADE Get off of me you pervert! NED Oh, what, don't tell me you don't LIKE all this attention! Come on, don't be a tease. Didn't your brother teach you how to put out? JADE EXCUSE ME!?! NED Oh come on, we've all heard the rumours. We all have to learn about the birds and the bees someway. Of course, there's ways and then there's...'ways'. But, who are we to judge? Trust me though, I can show you things your brother NEVER could. *Jade tries to brush Ned off* No? And here was me thinking being a dirty whore ran in your famil... Suddenly, Jade lunges out and tries to SLAP~! the taste out of Ned's mouth...but Ned catches her arm and swiftly snatches a hold on her throat, wheeling the defenceless Jade around and pinning her against the wall by the throat!! NED Big mistake, honey! Unfortunately for you I don't just break hymens, I break necks as well! So, which is it to be? JADE (choking) Guh... gah... get off... NED Get off on you? I fully intend to, don't you worry about that. JADE (still choking) Hel... Help... *ACH!* NED Ssh ssh ssh! Save your breath, baby. You don't need to struggle...although, it IS kind of a turn-on. All that sex stuff, I was just joking around, flirting with you, you know how it is. No no, all Neddy wants is a little New Year's kiss. Now, is that really too much to ask? Jade, still still choking, tries to struggle free of Ned's grasp. But the martial arts master isn't about to let a sub-150 pound woman get out of his kung-fu grip, continuing to pin her against the wall as he puckers up. Just for good measure, he gives a quick lick of the lips before leaning in and planting a big one right on the lips of Jade... ...before throwing her down and spitting on the floor. NED Ugh...ugh, oh God. That's disgusting. I can still taste your brother's cock on your breath! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Good God. In the background, The Sultan Of Sarcasm goes into hysterics, as Ned Blanchard reaches into his pocket and grabs himself a mint. Ned then tosses the half eaten packet at Jade, who sits up against the wall sobbing and shaking. NED Tell your brother, we'll see him at AnglePalooza. And hey, once you do me a favour and have a couple of those mints, maybe you can tag along afterwards for a little celebration with the NEW Tag Team Champions! Haha! Come on Simon, I think I need a shower all of a sudden. The two New, New Midnights share a hearty laugh before turning to leave. Only, they come to a dead stop, as Ned finds himself face to face with a certain blast from the past. Namely, Krista Isadora Duncan. KRISTA I couldn't agree more with you. Well well, aren't we the 'goomba' all of a sudden. Terrorising defenceless little girls. It's hardly you is it, Ned. What's next...breaking a new born puppy's kneecaps? Drive-by shooting on a flock of ducklings? SIMON Hmmm. I don't think a group of ducklings would be a 'flock', to be honest. But I can look it up. KRISTA To be honest I don't really give a shit what you think, Jane Goodall. Now you can look up and see my fist heading directly to your ugly face or you can keep your mouth shut and narrowly avoid having that laptop inserted into your scrawny ass. Is this show broadcast on Animal Planet now? Am I gonna have Huey, Dewey and Louie writing me angry letters about how I misrepresented their species? Ned, your partner wants an ornotholigist in here, go run along and get one you child-benefit dodging, second-rate Bobby Eaton! Or, are you the other one? Who cares, they were both over-rated. And they probably scrimped on benefits too. I'm not your puppet, so quit pulling my strings. I'm sick of you. Just looking into your emotionless eyes makes me long for the days when I'm so intoxxicated that even Frankie Frankensteiner looks like a potentially hunky specimin to spawn offspring with. You sicken me. So, Neddy, how about you do an old friend one teensy weensy favour and do something you're so used to doing nowadays...'beat it'. Only, not your appendage or for that matter your partner's, but your entire self. Go. And that remote control buggy you bought Maya didn't have batteries included, moron! How am I supposed to play with something that has no batteries? You owe me 50 bucks, for the batteries and all the liqour I had to drink on the way to the store. And all the liqour I bought while I was there. See you in court! By now, Ned has wisely left, dragging his partner with him. Krista watches on with arms folded, before turning around to the sound of sobbing behind her, coming from Jade Rodez who is still huddled up against the wall, head tucked between her knees. Instantly, Krista's blackened heart melts into an extremely dark grey. KRISTA (in a motherly tone) Are you okay, sweetie? Jade pitfully mouthes the word "No", which further melts Krista's heart from a dark grey all the way down to a Samovar Silver. Krista helps her up...which Jade mistakes as an offer for a shoulder to cry on. Silently, Krista bemoans her no doubt ruined top as she helps Jade off and out of shot, leaving us to face back to Trip'C! COLE What an utterly deplorable human being Ned Blanchard is! I feel physically sick! CABOOSE So do I. But we'll talk about me being stuck here four days after New Year's Day with you and Doucheman another time. COLE How does Ned Blanchard sleep at night!?! COACH He doesn't, because he stays UP! ALL! NIGHT! HAHAHA! COLE Ugh! Let's go to something else... *KA-CHING~!* *Come and take your Vitamin X.* COLE ....except this guy. “Bling-Bling” by B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys starts playing, which causes the crowd to boo, loudly. The entrance doors slide open, and Vitamin X comes out, doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle, wearing black sweatpants this time instead of his usual dark blue sweatpants. Dollar signs are superimposed over the entrance ramp as VX walks to the ring, bobbing his head to the beat of his entrance song. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute TV time limit. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. From Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 248 lbs. He is the Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew. VITAMINNNNNNNN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! The crowd boos. Vitamin X jaws with the fans. COLE Vitamin X is in in-ring action coming up next, as he’s set to go one-on-one against John “Rock Hard” Brickston in the continuing battle between The Lightning Crew and the former members of The Lightning Crew! VX hops onto a turnbuckle, and crosses his arms into a X. VX sneers at the crowd as “Bling-Bling” continues playing. CABOOSE This is a big night for both The Lightning Crew and those scrubs. The PRL-Spanish Fly match later on tonight will decide the fate of everyone in those two groups come Anglepalooza. COLE That’s right. So much on the line later on tonight when Tha Puerto Rican faces Spanish Fly. If PRL wins, then Spanish Fly must unmask. But if Spanish Fly wins-- CABOOSE Which he won’t. COLE As I was saying. If Spanish Fly wins, then The Lightning Crew will be banned from ringside during the PRL-Colombian Heat match at Anglepalooza! CABOOSE That should be a good one. But for now, let’s concentrate on Vitamin X, the X-Man, wiping the floor with John Brickston! Vitamin X hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring, and does the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle again, irritating the crowd. X does the “Raise the roof” hand gesture, but only gets middle fingers from the crowd in return. VX tries to dance, badly, and then looks to the entrance, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. COACH HeldDOWN~! is brought to you tonight by Blockbuster Video! Make it a Blockbuster night! CABOOSE And by King Kong: The Official Movie Video Game! King Kong is available for the PlayStation 2, X-Box, X-Box 360 and Gamecube! *Give me fuel Give me fire Give me that which I desire!* “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing. The crowd stands up and cheers loudly. After a few seconds, the entrance doors slide open, and John “Rock Hard” Brickston steps out through the smoke to a loud pop. Brickston acknowledges the pop from the crowd, pointing to both sides of the entrance stage, getting the crowd pumped up. Brickston walks down the entrance ramp, and slaps hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER And his opponent. Coming to the ring at this time. From Sacramento, California. Standing 6-foot-6 and weighing in at 215 lbs. JOHN “ROCK HARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD” BRICKSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! COLE The biggest man that Vitamin X has ever faced, John “Rock Hard” Brickston is a monster of a man, who deadly combination of The Killswitch and Anklelock has put away Lightning Crew members in the past, INCLUDING Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Well, the past is the past. Tonight is tonight! And tonight, Vitamin X, The X-Man is going to beat some intelligence into John Brickston, And That’s The Truth, Ruth! Brickston enters the ring, and lets out a mighty roar. He charges after Vitamin X, so X runs away from him. “Rock Hard” raises his arms in the air, which pops the crowd. CABOOSE Look at these fools! Cheering John Brickston! Now Vitamin X. THERE’S a man they should be cheering! He learned how to SAVE his money, so now he’s a self-made billionaire. I bet if people followed Vitamin X, they would be living in Miami right now in gigantic billion dollar mansions in the hot Florida sun, rather than freezing to death in some icebox somewhere in the mid-west. Vitamin X is a role model for people! Brickston? Not so much. COLE You can try, but you’d fail. These people love John Brickston! CABOOSE And that’s why wrestling fans are idiots. John Brickston gets on a second turnbuckle and points to the crowd, a smile on his face. Brickston raises his arms again as “Fuel” continues playing. COLE This is the first one-on-one meeting ever between John Brickston and Vitamin X! COACH And if Brickston has his way with X, it’ll be their last! CABOOSE That was so not funny. Brickston gets off the turnbuckle. Referee Chad Patton checks on Vitamin X, and then checks on Brickston. Referee Chad Patton calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* VITAMIN X vs. JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON “Fuel” by Metallica dies down. The crowd roots Brickston on. Vitamin X stares at “Rock Hard” Brickston, hesitant to make a move. Brickston eggs him on, but X doesn’t move. COLE I think Vitamin X is frozen in place! COACH Maybe he peed his pants! VX looks to the crowd, then looks at Brickston. He carefully walks over to Brickston. The X-Man lunges forward, going for a grapple, but he is unsuccessful, since he is unable to lift Brickston up! John clubs him in the back of the neck several times! CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms on the back of Vitamin X’s neck. VX tries to escape, but in unable to, and gets scoop up for a bodyslam by John “Rock Hard” Brickston! COLE What a bodyslam from John Brickston! CABOOSE Wow. Brickston goes for a cover. But gets a two count. “Rock Hard” slaps the mat, but continues. He picks up Vitamin X. Suddenly; Vitamin X fights back, punching Brickston in the stomach. He is able to gain control, which causes the crowd to boo. The X-Man whips John into the ropes—Brickston reverses—Brickston goes for a clothesline, VX ducks, Brickston puts his head down, so Vitamin X does a sunset flip OVER John Brickston! However, the big man stumbles, but doesn’t fall! CABOOSE Come on, X! Bring him down, baby! Bring him down! John Brickston sits on Vitamin X! BUT WAIT! Vitamin X escapes, and Brickston lands on his ass! Vitamin X bounces off the ropes again, but John Brickston shoots right back up and grabs The X-Man, lifting him onto his shoulders, and follows by doing the Killswitch on Vitamin X! COLE The Killswitch! The Killswitch has been hit! COACH This match is going to end quickly! The crowd cheers loudly. Brickston lets out a mighty roar, and then does the “cutthroat” hand gesture. COACH Here we go! Anklelock time! John “Rock Hard” Brickston grabs Vitamin X’s left leg and turns him over. He is about to kneel down, when CUBAN WALL enters the ring, and hits John in the back of the neck, stopping the Anklelock from taking place! Referee Chad Patton sees this, and calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* (1:05) Cuban Wall beats on John Brickston while the crowd boos. However, despite all the punches John takes, he still won’t go down! COLE The referee called for the bell just as Vitamin X was about to be put in the Anklelock! CABOOSE Oh Thank God for the referee! God bless Chad Patton! Cuban Wall still beats on Brickston. But then, Brickston no sells the shots to the head. Cuban Wall punches Brickston in the face, but Brickston doesn’t feel a thing. Wall punches Brickston in the face again, but Brickston doesn’t feel a thing then either, and lets out a mighty roar! John Brickston unleashes a flurry of punches on Cuban Wall, to the cheers of the crowd! COACH Now it’s John Brickston in control, once again of The Lightning Crew! Brickston punches Cuban Wall until he’s dazed. Then, Brickston grabs Wall, and picks him up, lifting him on his shoulders for The Killswitch! COLE Killswitch for Cuban Wall! No! Vitamin X lowblows John Brickston, causing him to drop Cuban Wall! Cuban Wall stops John Brickston from falling to the mat by clutching his throat in a goozle. COLE Oh no! CABOOSE Oh yes! Cuban Wall shows his power by lifting John Brickston off the mat, and slamming down to the earth with the devastating Chokeslam! COLE Oh! Oh my! John Brickston has been chokeslammed by Cuban Wall! Cuban Wall administered the deadly chokeslam on John Brickston! Vitamin X applauds Cuban Wall, but then tells him to continue. CW obliges, heading to the ropes, and crashing onto John Brickston with The Lightning Crew Splash! Cuban Wall stands up and poses, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Infact, Vitamin X is the only one that cheers him. Chad Patton is STILL trying to get Wall and X out of the ring. CABOOSE Way to go, Wall! Way to go! Way to stick it to John Brickston! Way to hurt that moron! COLE John Brickston has been left lying by two members of The Lightning Crew! CABOOSE Once again, Lightning Crew on top. Go team! Vitamin X and Cuban Wall laugh at John Brickston, who is still in pain on the mat. Then, VX gets an idea. He shoves Cuban Wall. CW looks like he’s about to sock him in the face. But then… VITAMIN X WALL, GET THE TABLES! COLE Get the tables? What the? What does he mean? CABOOSE Oh you know what he means. Cuban Wall exits the ring and looks underneath the ring apron for something. Vitamin X stands in the ring, an evil smile on his face. He taunts Brickston. “X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* CABOOSE He is not! Wall is still searching for something. He finds something and pulls it out from the ring apron. A table. The crowd cheers. VX tells Wall to set the table on the outside. COLE The Lightning Crew + a table. Things may not go well for John Brickston here! CW places the table near Sofa Central. The crowd is buzzing, wondering what VX and CW have planned. Wall enters the ring again, and helps X pick up John Brickston. Wall punches Brickston just to make sure he’s knocked out, and then drag him out of the ring. COLE What are these two men doing? Why are they bringing a table out here? What’s the meaning of all of this? CABOOSE So many questions, all of which will be answered in just a few seconds. Why don’t you just sit back and watch? Vitamin X and Cuban Wall drag the groggy John Brickston to the table. Vitamin X punches him in the face, and then drops him on top of the table. X high fives Cuban Wall, and then tells him, “I’m going up.” The X-Man enters the ring again, and then starts climbing the top rope. Meanwhile, Cuban Wall stands by the table that John Brickston is lying on. He tells X to climb to the top. COACH Uh-oh. I’m sensing trouble for John Brickston! This is not good! Vitamin X gets on the top rope. The crowd is cheering, sensing that VX is going to go through the table. Cuban Wall tells X to fly. COLE No! Don’t do this! This is not right! This is not ethical! CABOOSE Yeah! Do it! Do it! Come on! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Vitamin X measures up John Brickston, and then jumps off the top rope… DOING THE LEAP OF FAITH ONTO JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!! JIVIN’ JR BAWD GAWD~! COACH DAY-UM~!!! John Brickston lies in the wreckage of the table. The fans at ringside chant “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!” Vitamin X did the move, but he, too, has suffered some damage. He holds his ribs. COLE What a move from Vitamin X, and the match just ended! COACH Its too bad VX needed Cuban Wall to do the Leap Of Faith through the table on the outside! CABOOSE Hey now. The match was over. The referee doesn’t oversee EVERYTHING. When the match ends, he doesn’t have to do anything. Cuban Wall celebrates VX’s move. He helps VX up with his right hand. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Royds starts playing, as Cuban Wall slowly helps Vitamin X walk back to the entrance. Meanwhile, referee Chad Patton is checking on John Brickston, who is still unconscious. COLE The Lightning Crew just did a vicious assault on John Brickston tonight! But I have a feeling that this won’t go unpunished! John Brickston will make Vitamin X and Cuban Wall pay for what they just did! Mark my words! CABOOSE Eh, calm down, hippie. Calm down. Cuban Wall is still helping Vitamin X up the entrance ramp. X is holding his ribs with his left hand. Both Wall and X have evil smiles on their faces as “No Chance In Hell” continues playing. COLE Well, the night has started off right for The Lightning Crew, but will it continue to be good for them? Later on tonight, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican takes on Spanish Fly, in a match that could change the course of both men’s careers forever! We’ll see them in action later tonight! We’ll be back with more HeldDOWN~! in two minutes and two seconds! Cuban Wall and Vitamin X are on the entrance stage. They are laughing at what they just did. EMTs, Road Agents, and referees have shown up and are checking on John “Rock Hard” Brickston who is still knocked out in the wreckage of the table. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Royds continues playing as we fade to break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 The camera cuts to the backstage area where Vitamin X and Cuban Wall are laughing it up. Evilly, of course. Vitamin X has a towel wrapped around his neck and is drinking from a water bottle. He is still holding his ribs. VX wipes the sweat off his forehead with his towel, and then starts speaking. VITAMIN X Ha! Ha! Oh man! Oh man! Oh, did you see that? Did you see what I just did? I mean, man. We just, BOO-YAH~! We nailed John Brickston! We just sent him straight to hell! CUBAN WALL Yeah. It was cool what we did. VX I mean man that was just awesome! I give the lowblow. Then, I go to the top rope, dropping The Leap Of Faith, RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! BAM! Like that! I laid out John “Rock Hard” Brickston. I, Vitamin X! The X-Man, took the 6-foot-6 215 pound Brickston, and beat him up like he was 4-foot-11! That was amazing! CUBAN WALL Hey, don’t forget about me attacking him when you were about to get the Anklelock. I gave him the Chokeslam and The Lightning Crew Splash to set up The Leap Of Faith! THE X-MAN Yeah. Yeah. I know. I know. But you have to admit I did the most damage! CUBAN WALL Yeah…right. THE X-MAN Hey, listen. Listen to me. I think we make a great team. And I think we could have even more success if we combined our forces, and become a tag team! WALL A tag team? You mean an actual real tag team? VX Yeah. I mean a serious tag team. A team with our entrance, music, and everything. I’m serious. I want to do this. I want some more bling, and the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles would look good around my waist. CUBAN WALL And mine too. VITAMIN X (under his breath) Yeah sure. WALL What? VX Nothing. Nothing. So, you want to do this? Are you in? Vitamin X puts his right hand out. Cuban Wall thinks it over. CUBAN WALL Hmmm. Okay. Sounds good. I want some OAOAST gold anyway! Cuban Wall shakes Vitamin X. VITAMIN X Ha! Ha! All right! Say hello to the newest members of the OAOAST’s Tag Team Division: Vitamin X & Cuban Wall! CUBAN WALL Uh, actually, it’s Cuban Wall & Vitamin X. VITAMIN X No, it’s Vitamin X & Cuban Wall. I thought of the idea, so I should get first billing. CUBAN WALL No, I’m bigger and stronger, so therefore I should get first billing. VX Well, I’m smarter, and have more money, so I should get first billing. CUBAN WALL I should get first billing! VITAMIN X I should! CUBAN WALL I should! VITAMIN X I should! CUBAN WALL I should! VITAMIN X I should! Cuban Wall PUNCHES Vitamin X in the jaw! VITAMIN X Okay. You get first billing. CUBAN WALL That’s better. Cuban Wall stands there satisfied, while Vitamin X massages his jaw. VITAMIN X Ow. The crowd boos. Vitamin X drinks from his water bottle again, and goes back to holding his ribs. COLE Vitamin X & Cuban Wall are a tag team now? The OAOAST better look out! These guys ain’t no jokes! CABOOSE It’s Cuban Wall & Vitamin X, and you’re right. They ain’t no jokes. I can’t wait to see those two tear up the Tag Team Division and win the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles! Too bad the Anderson Cup already started, I would have loved to see them win it. COACH Well, it’s too late to complain now. The Anderson Cup has already started, and it looks to be even better than last year’s! Speaking of the Cup, one of the tag teams involved is in action right now. God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid and Reject make their way down the aisle to the ring, getting a nice ovation. BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming down the aisle, at a total combined weight of 480 pounds...the team of THUNDERKID and RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! COLE Thunderkid and Reject set for action tonight here on HeldDOWN from the country music capital of the world! BUFFER Their opponents, to my left, at a total combined weight of 507 pounds...the team of JASON LAWRENCE, and KIRK HARVEY!!! *DING DING DING* COLE And it's gonna be Reject starting this one off against Kirk Harvey. Harvey takes a side headlock, but Reject pushes him off into the ropes. Harvey surprisingly takes Reject down with a shoulder check! Harvey follows up by trying with a clothesline, but Reject ducks and hits a big dropkick! Lawrence comes into the ring and catches a windmill kick, sending him backwards over the top rope! Harvey gets to his feet, and Reject grabs the top rope and jumps, hooking his ankles around the neck of Harvey and pulling him over the top rope! Reject then skins the cat back in, and jumps right back over with a PLANCHA~! COLE So far it's been all Reject in this match, a very impressive showing! Reject rolls back into the ring and waits on his opponents to regroup. Harvey rolls back in and tags Lawrence, who charges and gets caught in a side headlock! TK is seen reaching for a tag, but Reject gets up and is pushed off by Lawrence. Reject ducks a clothesline and hits a standing spin kick! COLE Well, TK wanted the tag there when Reject had Lawrence in the side headlock, but apparently Reject didn't see him, Coach! COACH Oh, he saw him, Cole. He's not finished with this guy yet, he just doesn't want TK to get in there and mess things up like he did at Climax. Reject picks up Lawrence and delivers a snap suplex, right in front of TK! COLE Wow, Reject *definitely* saw TK that time! COACH I'm telling you, Cole, Reject is trying to prove a point to his partner right now, that had he just stayed out of the way at Climax, they could have the six-man gold right now! Reject runs over and dropkicks Harvey off the apron, then waits for Lawrence to get up...and hits the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE Stick a fork in this one! 1... 2.... 3!!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Here are your winners...THUNDERKID and RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! Reject celebrates in the ring, while TK has words with him from the apron. TK then jumps off the apron and starts to make his way towards the back. COACH Camera, come back to the ring!!! The camera pans back to show Team Heyross attacking Reject in the ring! Team Heyross hits a DOUBLE GOOZLE~!!! TK hears the commotion and sprints back to the ring to aid his partner! TK hits a double clothesline, but turns around into a clothesline himself from Brock Ausstin!!! Brock backs TK into the corner and starts kicking him as Alfdogg slides into the ring and starts delivering right hands to him! Alf runs to the ropes and htis a flying bodypress on Brock, and they both go tumbling over the top rope! As Alf and Brock brawl through the crowd, Quentin Benjamin delivers a chair shot to the back of Reject! As he sets to deliver another one, TK grabs the chair from him and chases Team Heyross from the ring! Reject recovers and sees TK with the chair, and gives him a shove! TK tries to explain himself, but Reject leaves the ring, not wanting to hear any of it. COLE What is going on between these two? And they have to co-exist in the Anderson Cup here soon! The camera cuts to the lockerroom. The back of someone’s shaved head is shown. The person puts a mask on his head. The crowd pops knowing whom this someone is. Spanish Fly turns around, and connects the chinstrap to his mask to finish putting it on. He adjusts his mask, and then looks into a mirror. He has a serious look on his face. COLE And there’s Spanish Fly. Has Spanish Fly put on his mask for the last time? Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. SPANISH FLY Come in. The door opens, and Colombian Heat walks in. The crowd cheers loudly. Colombian Heat looks at his newfound friend with a concerned expression on his face. COLOMBIAN HEAT Aiyo, look. You sure you wanna do dis? Cuz we can just go home right now, and forget about having this match. I knows how much your mask means to you. And I knows you’d just die if you lost it. SPANISH FLY Thanks, but no thanks Heat. I want to have this match with PRL. I KNOW in my heart that I can beat him. I’m going to prove to him that I can hang with the big boys, and in the process, I’m going to make sure that no Lightning Crew member tries to disrupt your match with him at Anglepalooza. COLOMBIAN HEAT Aight. Cool, dawg. Thanks. SPANISH FLY No problem, Heat. You’re my boy! HEAT Yeah. You my boy too, yo! The door opens again. OTAKU II enters the room and walks up to Spanish Fly. OTAKU II I just want to let you know that Mad Machine has got your back. Me, Ayane, Tony, and Mike are all rooting for you. I’m proud to have you as a member of Mad Machine. I know that you’re going to kick Tha Puerto Rican’s ass and keep your mask! SPANISH FLY Thanks Otaku. That really means a lot to me. COLOMBIAN HEAT Aight, Fly. Time to go to da ring and make PRL feel the Heat right here in NASHVILLE, TEN-A-SEEEEEEEEEE!!! “YEAAAAAAHHHHHOMGHESAIDMYTOWN!!!” Otaku stares at Colombian Heat. OTAKU II Uh…yeah. What he said! Good luck, Fly. SPANISH FLY Thanks. Okay, here I go. Spanish Fly high fives Otaku and Heat, and then leaves the lockerroom. Colombian Heat and Otaku II look on. COLOMBIAN HEAT I knows he’s gonna do it. He gots the mad skillz to beat Tha Puerto Rican! He’s da real deal, yo! Ya gotta feel me. You know what I’m sayin’? OTAKU II Uh…no. Colombian Heat is disappointed. COLE Tonight Parka returns to action after Calvin gave him a couple weeks off to recover from his match at Climax. COACH That's right and tonight he's defending his X Title against Foshi! COLE This should be a good match. CABOOSE Yeah, but don't forget the Jamie O'Hara factor. He's looking for revenge and I heard he's pissed. BUFFER This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the X-Division Championship! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!! "Evolution(The Grand Design)" by Symphony X begins and the fans applaud Foshi as he makes his way out onto the stage. COLE Foshi has racked up quite a few wins since coming back to the OAOAST, but Rikjin Massamoto seems to think that Foshi is not living up to his potential. He says that Foshi is taking himself lightly. COACH Well tonight is a good test of that theory as he will get a shot at the X Title. CABOOSE Yes, but the question is will we see Rikjin Massamoto out here tonight during this match? COACH I don't know. BUFFER Introducing first. From Kyoto, Japan. Weighing in at 217 pounds....FOSHI!!!!! YEAHHHH!!!!! Foshi walks to the ring and enters without a worry about the fans or the cameras. The fans applaud him, but he seems to not notice. He looks focused as he stretches in the ring and his music dies out. CALIFORNIA LOVE!!!!!! YEAHHHHHH!!!!! "California Love" by Dr. Dre and Tupac starts up as the El Camino pulls out onto the stage. The fans cheer as Parka holds his title out of the window for all to see. COLE Parka is rested and ready for a challenge and the fans are ready to see him wrestle. CABOOSE Parka better not take Foshi lightly either or he might lose that title. Parka exits the car along with Eddy and walks to the ring while holding his title high. He enters the ring and bows respectfully to Foshi before posing on the turnbuckles. BUFFER Introducing next. Accompanied to the ring by Eddy Kalm. Weighing in at 245 pounds. He is the reigning X-Division Champion! THE PARKA!!!!!!! YEAHHHHH!!!! Parka hands the belt to the ref who gives it to the time keeper before calling for the bell. *DING DING DING* Foshi focuses on Parka unblinkingly as the two men circle each other in anticipation. Finally they lock up and Foshi uses his quickness to lock in a Hammerlock, but Parka reverses it into one of his own. Parka then lets go and trips Foshi up from behind, but as Parka goes in for an attack Foshi pushes him off with his feet. Parka falls back, but he's quickly back up and Foshi catches him with a Side Headlock and takes him over. COLE Foshi showing his quickness. CABOOSE He's methodical yet quick if that makes sense. COLE It makes perfect sense. COACH I don't get it. Parka fights to his feet and lifts Foshi with him before going for a Backdrop Suplex, but Foshi escapes with a backflip and lands on his feet. Foshi then grabs Parka from behind and drives him towards the ropes. He looks to use the momentum off the ropes to roll Parka up, but Parka grabs the ropes and Foshi rolls back without him. Foshi quickly runs back in and right into a boot to the gut from Parka. Parka then quickly hooks the head and hits a Snap Suplex before making a cover. 1 No!! COLE If you want to wrestle on the mat with him Parka will do that, but if he gets a chance to hit a quick move like that watch out. COACH Well Parka better keep that in mind when he's in the ring with the likes of Jamie O'Hara! CABOOSE Don't start drooling over O'Hara again Coach. Parka and Foshi are up almost at the same time and lock up again. Foshi again shows his quickness by locking in an Arm Wringer on Parka. He then drags Parka to the ropes, runs up the turnbuckles, and leaps off with a diving Armdrag! Parka slides across the ring and stops short of hitting the ring post with his ribs. COLE Parka needs to watch those ribs. That's the whole reason Calvin gave him that time off. CABOOSE I think Foshi knows that and he wants to focus on them. Parka comes in for an attack and catches a hard kick right to the ribs for his trouble. CABOOSE See what I mean. Foshi follows up with three more kicks to both sides of his body, but the fourth one he finally blocks and holds onto the leg. Foshi bounces on one foot and goes for an Enziguri, but Parka ducks. Foshi lands on his foot again and swings under Parka while hooking his leg for a makeshift Victory Roll! 1 No!!! COLE Great counter by Foshi! Parka didn't see that coming. COACH I'll admit it was nice, but think of what O'Hara could have done. CABOOSE Is O'Hara out here? COACH No. CABOOSE Well then don't worry about him! As Parka starts to stand Foshi goes for a Buzzsaw Kick to the head, but Parka catches it. This time Parka doesn't waste time before hitting a Dragon Screw Leg Whip! He continues to hold the leg and even grabs the other leg before catapulting Foshi into the corner. However, Foshi lands on the turnbuckle and nails Parka in the head with a back kick as he comes in. CABOOSE Foshi is a quick bugger. COACH Whatever the hell that means. Foshi then dives off for a Tornado DDT, but Parka locks his arms around him to stop him from properly hitting it. Parka then nails a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge. 1 2 No!!! COLE Great reversal by Parka. He's had that done to him quite enough to realize what he needed to do. CABOOSE Well a great wrestler will learn from the stuff his opponents use against him. COACH Like O'Hara! CABOOSE *Groan* Parka pulls Foshi to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but Foshi catches his bearings and nails a Handspring Elbow to an unsuspecting Parka! COLE Nice!! Foshi then goes for another cover. 1 2 No!! Foshi then goes to the apron and waits for Parka to stand. As he sees him getting up he goes for a Springboard Spinning Wheel Kick back into the ring. Parka is taken off his feet and Foshi goes for another cover. 1 2 No!! COLE Foshi is trying to keep Parka disoriented with quick attacks. CABOOSE And he's doing a good job of it. Parka gets up slow and Foshi looks ready to kick his head off. Foshi goes for a kick, but Parka ducks and catches Foshi as he spins around. Parka then hits a Fisherman's Buster and goes for a cover of his own. 1 2 No!! COLE Foshi telegraphed that way too much. COACH You can't make mistakes like that. CABOOSE I'm sure Foshi knows that. Parka comes up slow and shakes the cobwebs out as he waits for Foshi to stand. As he does Parka runs in and plants him with a Float Over DDT. COLE The snap of that DDT could have broken Foshi's neck! COACH You'd like that wouldn't you Cole? CABOOSE What's gotten into you Coach? Parka backs up to the turnbuckles, climbs to the second one, and dives off with an Elbow Smash to the head before going for a cover. 1 2 No!! COLE Parka has Foshi dazed. He needs to keep on him. Parka pulls Foshi back up as he stands and hooks him for a Vertical Suplex. After he hits it he rolls his shoulders and gets back to his feet for another. He hits that one too and goes for a third. After hitting the third suplex he pulls Foshi back up one more time and nails the Michinoku Driver! COLE Supercharger! That could be it....wait a minute!!! BOOOOOOOO!!!! The fans boo as Jamie O'Hara makes his way out onto the stage and stands there looking smug with his arms folded. COACH He's just coming out to watch Cole so calm down!!! CABOOSE Cole's not the one I'm worried about. Instead of going for a cover Parka stares O'Hara down and yells at him, "What are you doing out here?" O'HARA I'm just gettin' a front row seat boi!! COLE He shouldn't be out here distracting Parka like this. Parka finally goes for a cover after realizing that O'Hara isn't coming to the ring. 1 2 No!!! COLE If Parka had gone straight for a cover he could have had this won! CABOOSE You might be right. Parka gets back up and throws a scowl O'Hara's way before reaching down to pull Foshi up...and receiving a kick to the head instead! COLE Foshi is alive! Foshi then stands and starts wailing on Parka with kicks to both sides of his body. Parka goes down to one knee and Foshi steps on his knee before delivering an Enziguri to the back of Parka's head! COLE What a kick! Foshi is going for a cover! 1 2 No!! Foshi gets up and walks around the ring to clear his head as Parka starts to get up. The fans clap in unison to get him back into the match. COLE Both men are groggy from the shots to the head they've taken. COACH More like both men are crazy from the shots they've taken. CABOOSE Yeah you really got us there Coach. As Parka stands Foshi grabs him and goes for a Brainbuster. COLE This could do it! As Foshi lifts him up Parka slips out behind him and plants him on the mat with a Bulldog before heading to the apron. Parka then points at Foshi and nods to the crowd and they know what's coming next. Parka goes for the Slingshot Senton, but Foshi gets his knees up and Parka bounces off in pain. COLE Those knees collided right with Parka's ribs!! COACH Parka's in pain and O'Hara is pleased. O'Hara laughs at Parka's misfortune on the stage, but this distracts him from noticing that Rikjin Massamoto has joined him on the stage. COLE There he is! COACH He better not touch O'Hara. CABOOSE Yeah not your precious Jamie. O'HARA Yo man you best back off!! O'Hara shows his faux karate moves as Rikjin just rolls his eyes and focuses on the ring. COLE Rikjin isn't impressed. CABOOSE No but he is out here to watch Foshi. Foshi reaches his feet and notices Rikjin on the stage. He begins to talk to him in Japanese, which garners a few "What's" from the crowd. COLE Foshi doesn't need to be distracted. Rikjin motions for Foshi to turn around just as Parka reaches his feet. Foshi runs in, but Parka ducks down and hits a Samoan Drop on Foshi. COLE Foshi was distracted long enough for Parka to recover. CABOOSE Foshi didn't have to acknowledge Rikjin's presence. COLE You're right, but why did he come out in the first place? COACH To watch...duh. Parka goes for a cover. 1 2 3!! No!!! COLE Close call for Foshi. Parka and Foshi get up at the same time and Rikjin yells at Foshi something in Japanese. Foshi looks at him again and points up at the stage to warn him. Foshi then turns around again right into a boot from Parka and Parka goes for the Day of the Dead. Parka hits the move and makes a cover. 1 2 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE The distraction was too much for Foshi!! COACH Well that's his fault. COLE Rikjin shouldn't have been out here. CABOOSE We could argue all day, but it won't matter. COLE Well maybe someday these two can face each other without distractions. Until then Parka is still the X-Division Champion. On the stage Rikjin turns and leaves as O'Hara scowls at Parka who points at him and then to his belt. O'Hara makes the "I'm watching you" gesture with his fingers before walking off as well. COLE Cryptic message from O'Hara to Parka. COACH It wasn't cryptic. He was telling Parka that he's going to watch him. CABOOSE *Sigh* Coach it's just a saying. Parka exits the ring after shaking Foshi's hand and celebrates all the way back to the El Camino as he holds the title in the air. COLE Things are starting to heat up between the four men we just saw. COACH I think we're on the verge of a new X Champ in Jamie O'Hara if you ask me. CABOOSE Yeah well I didn't ask you. COLE (again listening on headset) Ok. Before we go to break, we've just gotten word, Coach, that next week here on HeldDOWN, it's going to be a re-match from Climax, as the 6-man tag champs, Brock Ausstin and Team Heyross, defend against the team of Alfdogg, Thunderkid and Reject! COACH But after what we saw earlier tonight between TK and Reject, I can't see how they even stand a chance in this match! COLE Tha Puerto Rican and Spanish Fly go at it, NEXT! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 Returning from break we SWOOP~! backstage to the Chicks Over Dicks locker room. Present are one chick and one di...uhm...anyway, Leon Rodez and Alix Maria Spezia are canoodling~! in the locker room, cuddled up on a bench together in happy merryment. After about five seconds though, those two ADD suffering love birds are bored of sitting around doing nothing and sit up right at the same time. RODEZ Okay, she's been gone longer than ten minutes which either means she's found someone with some alcohol or she's still looking. Grab your coat and let's go already. That camera pointed right at our faces is really killing the mood, know what I mean? What I'm planning needs a little...privacy. ALIX Why, what are we doing tonight? RODEZ The same thing we do every night, Ally... ALIX Try to take over the world!?! RODEZ No! Find a hotel room, order room service on the company expenses and engage in some casual sex. ALIX Oooohhhh...that sounds MUCH better! Lemme just write Krissy a note and let her know where we going. Not specifically where. Or, like, details. Gross-a-rific! That's what she'd say if she wasn't so bitter and jaded towards American pop culture. But, I just gotta let her know I'm okay. RODEZ (mumbling) She'll probably be too busy bra-burning to care. ALIX Excuse me, baby? Did you say something, my sweet? I didn't quite here you, my giant love turkey. RODEZ I said I like your hair. ALIX Oh. I could have sworn you said "She'll probably be too busy bra-burning to care." Well-ums, I guess my hearing amz not right. Why that makes me talk funny, I not know. Reaching into one of the kit-bags in the room (sure, neither COD member has a match, but what does that matter?) and pulls out a small notepad. The top page and presumably all the rest are heading "FROM THE ALTER OF ALIX", complete with a little mock-up picture of a smiling Alix wearing a Pope hat. Quite frankly, it's the best notepad ever devised. Unfortunately though, Alix has no reason to use it, as Krista barges through the door mere seconds later. KRISTA I might have guessed you'd be here. ALIX Well, DUH! This is half my locker room, just like your house is half my house. KRISTA Look, I already told you about that. It's my name on all the documents, so technically, if I catch you and your boyfriend in there making secret trysts, you're technically squatters and I'm well within my rights to grab my shotgun. But, I actually meant him. Krista says the name with such destain that Rodez is taken aback. RODEZ I do have a first name you know. KRISTA So did Hitler. RODEZ What's your problem, exactly? KRISTA What's my problem? Let me tell you exactly what my problem is, junior. My problem is that little cretins like you have no sense of commitment to people you're supposed to care about. My problem is that you're a jackass. I have other problems, but I'll save those for my next counselling session thank you very much! Oh, I almost forget. Seeing as it's still sorta the holiday season, I decided to pick you up a late present, unfortunatley it's not a suicide bomber... Turning around, Krista opens the door and there stands the still weeping Jade Rodez. Whether she's sobbing because of what happened earlier with Ned or the fact that Krista blatantly left her standing in front of a closed door for a minute and a half isn't clear, but she runs forward into her brother's arms regardless. LEON (NAME-CHANGE!) Hey, hey, it's okay sis, I'm here...*to Krista* What have you done to her!?! KRISTA Oh you know, I just saved her from Ned Blanchard while you were busy trying to get into my sister's underwear. No biggy. Ironic, isn't it kiddo? Here I am, having to watch out for the two little girls in your life at the same time, while you're too busy to care about either of them. LEON You want ironic. Here you are, giving me advice on how to look after people...and your own daughter is where? Krista...usually so mellow, sweet and innocent of course and never, ever confrontational, honest...begins to glare a burning hole through Leon. Even Leon, mr sweetness and light, is beginning to get frustrated with the barrage of criticism being thrown his way. KRISTA Oh, you think know me, little boy? You think I should just quit this job, and stay at home with my daughter like a good 1950's housewife. Is that it? Alrighty then. I'll do that the second you tell me who's going to keep her clothed? Who's going to keep her fed? Who's going to keep her in private schools? Who's going to buy her everything she wants and needs and then some. Certainly not any man, because her father, who has all the redeeming qualities of a serial rapist, has decided that aside from sending a birthday card that arrives two months too late, he doesn't want anything to do with the beautiful child he helped bring into this world. So don't you dare tell me my business, you miserable sack of shit, or I'll leave you on your back flatter than two week old Diet Pepsi! That stuff sucks and so do you. You're too busy trying to get 'some' with MY sister to even watch YOUR sister's match! You sicken me. Infact, you do even worse. You knot up my stomach. You congest by bowels. You contort my intestines. But more than that...you remind me of Ned, which therefore makes me want to vomit everytime that I see you. You lack commitment. You're not there for your sister. You're never there for your 'girlfriend'. Yo... LEON Listen, I don't need this... KRISTA I think you do, because evidently, you still don't seem to give a crap about your sister despite the fact she's sobbing into your shoulder. And all my sister is to you is a fuck-buddy...no offence Ally. ALIX (listening to her iPod) BY KEEPING HER HEART PROTECTEEEED, SHE NEVER EVER FELT REJECTED. LITTLE MISS APPREHENSIVE. I SAID OOOOOOH SHE FELL IN LOVE.... KRISTA Ugh. I was going to ask you if you still remembered what happened to her at Climax, but I'd be shocked if you even cared in the first place. While my sister was getting dismantled by the Global Party Exchange, where were you? Where were you when she was crying out for help, when she needed you the most? Where were you when I had to stand in my corner and listen to my own sister screaming in agony, bawling her little brown eyes out while she was humiliated and dragged through every last level of hell? I'll tell you where you were, 'LeeLee'...you were with good ol' Zack Malibu, weren't you. You were probably both getting a good ol' kick out of it, weren't you. Hey, I bet it even turned you on, Mr Pornstar. Oh, I know how you got seeing her in that submissive position, with all those guys having their way with her. Didn't you? And now, let me ask you something else. Where were you, when YOUR sister was crying her eyes out...all over my expensive new top no-less...crying out for help. Where were you? NOWHERE! Again, it's Krista to the rescue, like a blond Linda Carter. Newsflash, 'LeeLee'. I don't care for you and your kind... LEON My KIND? KRISTA Yeah. You know, pornstars. What did you think I meant? LEON I...don't actually know. Carry on. KRISTA Aw, thank you....Look, I don't give a damn about you. I'm simply forced to have you contiaminate the air I breathe because for some inane reason, Alix seems to like you. But I'm not gonna see her get hurt again. Yes, I know, Krista shows emotion, shock horror. So, how about you take this in your stride buddy, go and sort out your sister and think about things while you're at it. Still with his sister in his arms, the silent Leon shuffles himself and his hanger-on past Krista and towards the door. Before he can leave though, Krista throws an arm in the way and stops them. KRISTA Oh and one more thing...make sure Ned gets what he deserves. We SWOOP~! again, time to the HeldDOWN~! interview set where we see Josh Matthews standing there, a microphone in his hand. JOSH MATTHEWS Ladies and gentlemen, in just a few moments, Tha Puerto Rican and Spanish Fly will square off in a one-on-one match with giant ramifications for both men. If PRL wins, then Spanish Fly must unmask. But if Spanish Fly wins, then The Lightning Crew will be banned from ringside during PRL’s 24/7 Title match against Colombian Heat at Anglepalooza on January 29th. With me now is “The Corporate Champion” himself, Tha Puerto Rican. The Corporate Champ walks into the shot, a smile on his face, carrying his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his right shoulder. PRL puts his left arm over J, Math’s shoulders. The crowd boos. J. MATH PRL, what are your thoughts right now as you step into the ring to face Spanish Fly? “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN Well Josh, when I was a little kid, the Oompah Loompahs used to freak me out. I was afraid to watch Charlie And The Chocolate Factory because those…creatures used to give me nightmares! But, as my mom…or dad…or guidance counselor, I forget which, used to tell me, “P.R., if you want your fear to go away, you must face your fear.” That is why tonight, on The Corporate Show, HeldDOWN~!, Tha Puerto Rican will step into the ring with one of the Oompah Loompahs, and lay the smackdown on it’s candy ass and beat it 1-2-3 in the middle of the Corporate Ring! The crowd boos. JOSH MATTHEWS Uh, PR. You’re not fighting an Oompah Loompah tonight. PUERTO RICAN I’m not? JOSH Uh, no. You’re fighting Spanish Fly tonight. Remember? PRL suddenly remembers. PRL Oh! Oh you’re right! I’m sorry. My mistake. My bad. It’s just that Spanish Fly is so much like an Oompah Loompah that I often get the two mixed up! Tha Puerto Rican laughs at his own bad joke. The crowd boos. PUERTO RICAN All right, I’m going to be serious for a minute. Spanish Fly, you knew this day would come. You knew that the day would come when you would have to stop wearing your fruity little mask, and reveal yourself to the world. Well, that day has come earlier than expected, and it’s thanks to me, Tha Puerto Rican. Now Spanish Fly, the fact that you think you have a snowball’s chance in Hell of defeating me is laughable, and yet sad. You are so delusional, I don’t know whether to laugh at you or cry for you. Is your mask on too tight? Is oxygen going to your brain? How can YOU possibly think you have a shot a beating ME? How? Tell me? I mean, is Colombian Heat lending you some of the weed he smokes? Huh? Don’t worry, I won’t tell the feds. PRL laughs. The crowd (again) boos. PUERTO (CONT’D) Spanish Fly, I said it last week, and I’ll say it again. Thursday January 5, 2006 will be the absolute last day you will ever wear your mask because Tha Puerto Rican is not only going to remove your mask from your face, but I am also going to spit on it, rip it apart, wipe my ass with it, and then bury it in the Earth so you will never lay your little fingers on it ever again! Spanish Fly, you are fighting a battle you cannot win. Tha Puerto Rican has a big hand, and you know what that means. It means that I’m going to whip your candy ass from pillar to post! I'm going to beat that Mexican Oompah Loompah all over the ring! And then, when the dust has settled, and the smoke has cleared, there will be only one thing left. And that is for you, Spanish Fly, to take off your chinstrap, put your hands on your mask, and lift it up, so that the millions… CROWD …and millions! PRL Hey! Who said you could say that? Anyway, like I was saying, so that the millions and millions of Tha Puerto Rican fans in the arena and watching around the world can finally see your face at long last. And people, I have seen Spanish Fly’s face before, and believe me, it ain’t pretty. Trust me, there’s a reason he wears a mask. PRL laughs again. THA PUERTO RICAN So Spanish Fly, get ready. Time is winding down. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It’s almost time for the big reveal. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. By the end of HeldDOWN~! tonight, everyone will see your true identity. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. And your life will never, and Tha Puerto Rican means NEVER, be the same again. THE CHAMP HAS SPO-KUN~!!! Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. PRL leaves the HeldDOWN~! interview set. The camera does a wide pan of the crowd. A fan is shown holding up a sign that says, THE CORPORATE CHUMP, a sign obviously designed to insult Tha Puerto Rican. COLE So much on the line in our next match. The ramifications of which will be felt for a long time. Either Spanish Fly loses his mask, or The Lightning Crew will be banned from ringside during the 24/7 Title match at Anglepalooza. COACH Even though both men have something on the line, the pressure is on Spanish Fly. I mean if he loses, he has to unmask. He has to lose what he has worn throughout his entire career. And that mask means so much to him. If he loses to Tha Puerto Rican, how will that affect him emotionally and mentally? CABOOSE What do you mean “If”? It’s a foregone conclusion. There shouldn’t even be a match. Spanish Fly should just go out to the ring and unmask. It saves him the trouble of getting his ass kicked by Tha Puerto Rican. COLE Well, Spanish Fly is a fighter to the end. He will never give up. He believes in his heart that he will beat Tha Puerto Rican tonight. He believes he will keep his mask. CABOOSE Heh. He’s living in a dream world. The lights go down. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big, white blocky letters the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role ‘99” begins playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, and the entrance doors slide open, allowing “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican to come out through the smoke, a sneer etched on his face. The crowd’s boos get louder. Tha Puerto Rican is holding his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his left shoulder, but then puts it out in front of him, so that he can spin the belt plate. He points to the belt, and then jaws with the fans. CABOOSE Here we go, baby! Go and take off the midget’s mask, PR! PRL looks at the crowd with disgust, and then starts walking down the entrance ramp, holding his spinner 24/7 Title belt with his left hand. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with the stipulations being that if “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican wins, then Spanish Fly must unmask. But if Spanish Fly wins, then The Lightning Crew will be banned from ringside during the PRL-Colombian Heat 24/7 Championship Match at Anglepalooza on January 29th. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the leader of The Lightning Crew AND the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion. “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! Chants of “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” fill the arena as PRL continues his walk to the ring. COLE At World Without End on October 30, 2005, Tha Puerto Rican defeated Spanish Fly to retain the 24/7 Title. Now, on January 5, 2006, Tha Puerto Rican is taking on Spanish Fly again, in a match that is more important for Spanish Fly then his match for the 24/7 Title at World Without End. COACH This match could affect Spanish Fly so much, that he may never wrestle again. The lost of his mask might be too much for him! CABOOSE Good. Like we need that Mexican Oompah Loompah in the OAOAST anyway. Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron, and sneers at the crowd. PRL enters the ring, and spins around, soaking in the fans’ boos while “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK-muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting “P.R. SUCKS!” PR heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his custom-made spinner 24/7 Title belt over his head. He then heads to another second turnbuckle, and raises his belt over his head again. PR hits a third second turnbuckle, and raises his belt with his right arm in the air and “smells the electricity” a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving boos. COACH Notice that Stephen Joseph isn’t with Tha Puerto Rican tonight. Tha Puerto Rican came out here alone. He doesn’t have any backup with him tonight. COLE Well Stephen Joseph is recovering from his match last Sunday. But you’re right. The Lightning Crew isn’t with him. There’s no one watching his back. PRL is alone for tonight. CABOOSE Well why would he need backup against SPANISH FLY? It’s freaking SPANISH FLY for crying out here. Like PRL needs The Lightning Crew to beat him. PRL can beat Spanish Fly with both arms tied behind his back. COLE If you say so. Tha Puerto Rican might wish he had The Lightning Crew with him if he loses the match. CABOOSE BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!!! Tha Puerto Rican gets off the second turnbuckle, removes his sunglasses and earring, and hands them over to a ring attendant. PRL kisses his 24/7 Title belt, and then hands it over to referee Mike Cioata, who also hands that to a ring attendant. PR prepares for the match while the lights go back on in the arena. COLE It was PRL who made this match. PRL is confident. He believes he can beat Spanish Fly. He believes he will be the one who unmasks Spanish Fly tonight. CABOOSE Correction. He KNOWS he can beat Spanish Fly. He KNOWS he will be the one who unmasks him tonight. The crowd starts chanting “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” again. PRL sneers at the crowd. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down as PR looks to the entrance. COACH Why do you root for Tha Puerto Rican so much anyway? CABOOSE Since he gave me a $500 Rolex watch for Christmas! COLE Why doesn’t Caboose’s answer surprise me? The lights go down in the arena. Two spotlights shine on the entrance. After five seconds, Spanish Fly shoots out from underneath the entrance stage with pyro behind him. Spanish Fly raises his right arm in the air causing the crowd to cheer. “Krokodilamadurinn” by Quarashi starts playing as Spanish Fly looks at the ring as though he is hesitant to enter it. Fly takes a deep breath, points to both side of the arena, and walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Fly is wearing a Spanish Fly T-shirt, and a Spanish Fly platinum chain around his neck. BUFFER And his opponent. Originally from Tijuana, Mexico, but now residing in San Diego, California. Weighing in at 175 lbs. He is a member of Mad Machine. SPANISH FLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! The crowd continues cheering. COLE Who knows what’s going through the head of Spanish Fly right now? You saw the look on his face when he came out. He looked hesitant to step into the ring. CABOOSE That’s because he’s terrified of PRL! COLE No! It’s because he knows that he CAN lose this match. He’s not perfect. He knows the risk he’s taking in having this match. He could be coming out to the ring for the last time with his mask on. CABOOSE In other words, he’s terrified of PRL. COLE NO! Spanish Fly gets into the ring and gets on a second turnbuckle raising his arms in the air to cheers. Fly gets off the turnbuckle and gets on another second turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air receiving another pop from the crowd as “Krokodilamadurinn” continues playing. PRL stands in the ring, an evil smirk on his face. CABOOSE Enjoy this moment, Fly. Because you’re about to lose your mask forever, thanks to “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican! Fly gets off the second turnbuckle and stares at Tha Puerto Rican, who is resting on the opposite turnbuckle. Fly has a serious look on his face as the lights go back in the arena. Spanish Fly removes his Spanish Fly T-shirt and Spanish Fly platinum chain and hands them over to a ring attendant. PRL mouths, “No chance in Hell.” Referee Mike Cioata checks on both PRL and Spanish Fly and then calls for the bell. “Krokodilamadurinn” by Quarashi dies down. *DING DING DING* “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN vs. SPANISH FLY (If Tha Puerto Rican wins, Spanish Fly must unmask. If Spanish Fly wins, The Lightning Crew is banned from ringside during Tha Puerto Rican-Colombian Heat 24/7 Championship Match at OAOAST Anglepalooza 2006.) The crowd is hot. Spanish Fly says a prayer, which causes PRL to roll his eyes. CABOOSE Spanish Fly doesn’t have a prayer of a chance. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS!” again. PRL and Spanish Fly circle each other. PRL and Fly engage in a staredown. The Corporate Champ taunts Fly, laughing evilly at him. THA PUERTO RICAN I’m going to take that mask and rip it RIGHT OFF YOUR FACE! Puerto Rican punches Spanish Fly…but Spanish Fly DUCKS and punches PRL! Fly grabs a headlock on Puerto, but Puerto takes him to the ropes, and whips him to the opposite ropes to escape. PRL does a leapfrog over Spanish Fly. He then does a reverse leapfrog over him. Spanish Fly leaps onto the top rope and jumps off, grabbing PRL in a reverse DDT. However, Spanish Fly turns the reverse DDT into an arm-drag taking PRL down! COLE Whoa! CABOOSE He can’t be allowed to do that, can he? PRL charges after Fly, but Fly leapfrogs over HIM, and then grabs Puerto and gives him a hip toss that sends PRL halfway across the ring! PR gets up quickly, so Spanish Fly charges, and gives PR a crossbody that takes them both over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE Spanish Fly with that crossbody that sends both of them to the outside, and then Tha Puerto Rican crashes into the barrier! Spanish Fly enters the ring as PRL tries to get up. The already hot crowd gets louder as Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes and goes for a pescado! But Tha Puerto Rican moves out of the way and Spanish Fly’s head crashes into the barricade! COACH Tha Puerto Rican one-step ahead that time! CABOOSE And that’s the last of Spanish Fly’s offense that we’ll see in this match. PRL kicks Spanish Fly in the back, and then picks him up. The 5’9” 24/7 Champion drags the 4’11” Spanish Fly around the ring and then whips him into the ring steps, shoulder first! The crowd groans. COLE Now come on! Is this really necessarily? I know this is a big match for both men, but do we really need this? CABOOSE Yes we do, Cole. Yes we do. Referee Mike Cioata orders Tha Puerto Rican to head back into the ring. PRL picks up the dazed Fly and throws him back into the ring with ease. PRL gets on the ring apron, sneers at the crowd, and then leaps onto the top rope, and follows that by doing a 450 Splash onto Spanish Fly! The San Juan Jam! COLE The San Juan Jam! Here’s the cover! 1… 2… FLY KICKS OUT! PR is annoyed, but remains calm. Puerto Rican picks up Spanish Fly and whips him into the ropes. PR gives Fly a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. PRL gets up and poses, receiving loud boos. PRL just laughs it off. COLE This crowd is 100% behind Spanish Fly tonight! PRL picks up Fly and gives him a knife-edged chop across the chest! PRL then gives Fly a European Uppercut, knocking him down. The crowd starts chanting “LET’S GO FLY! LET’S GO FLY! LET’S GO FLY! LET’S GO FLY!” PR Irish whips Fly into the ropes—Spanish Fly reverses—PRL bounces off the ropes, right into a dropkick from Spanish Fly! The member of Mad Machine heads to the ropes again, doing a cartwheel followed by jumping on PRL’s shoulders. Fly tries for a Rube Goldberg Bulldog, but Tha Puerto Rican counters by doing an electric chairdrop on Spanish Fly! CABOOSE You see this? You see? Even though Spanish Fly is working his ass off, he still can’t one up Tha Puerto Rican! You know why? Because Tha Puerto Rican is simply BETTER than him! COLE Colombian Heat and Otaku II are watching this match, and you have to wonder how they’re feeling right now! PRL tells Spanish Fly “Nice try.” He picks up Spanish Fly and hooks him in a facelock. He turns the facelock into a vertical suplex. PRL rolls through, and then drops Fly with another vertical suplex. PRL rolls through again, and then lifts Spanish Fly up for the third vertical suplex, but decides to leave him hanging in the air. Some of the crowd applauds. PR does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture and then walks over to the ropes, dropping Spanish Fly’s stomach on the top rope, doing a slingshot suplex on Fly to complete The Corporate Trifecta! Afterwards, PRL applauds himself, receiving boos. PRL covers Spanish Fly. 1…2…Spanish Fly kicks out! COLE PRL shouldn’t have wasted time applauding himself. Puerto is frustrated. He picks up Fly again and whips him into the ropes, and then gives Fly a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! PR covers again. And gets a two count! PRL WHAT? You gotta be kidding me! That was three! That was three! Tha Puerto Rican picks up Spanish Fly by his mask, He decides he doesn’t want to wait to beat Spanish Fly in order for him to unmask, so he starts pulling at one of the eyeholes in Spanish Fly’s mask, trying to rip it off. Referee Mike Cioata tells him that he can’t do this, but PRL doesn’t pay attention, instead, he still tries to rip Fly’s mask off, while Fly fights to keep it on. CABOOSE All right! PRL isn’t going to wait! He wants to take the mask off now! Referee Mike Cioata gives PRL to the count of 5 to stop pulling the mask. At the count of 4, PRL lets go. Tha Puerto Rican picks up Spanish Fly as he crawls, and then applies an abdominal stretch on him. COLE When you think about it, Spanish Fly has more to lose than Tha Puerto Rican. If PRL loses, The Lightning Crew is banned from ringside during his match against Colombian Heat, but if Spanish Fly loses, he must unmask. Spanish Fly must show the world his face for the first time! Referee Mike Cioata checks on Spanish Fly. PRL pulls on the right eyehole on Fly’s mask, trying once again to rip it off. PRL uses both hands to pull on it, but again, Mike Cioata tells him to stop. Fly screams out in pain, while Tha Puerto Rican jaws with the crowd, still applying the abdominal stretch. PRL Just let me pin you and get this thing over with, Fly! The crowd claps in unison, rooting Spanish Fly on, hoping he makes the comeback. PRL finally has had enough of waiting for Spanish Fly to submit, so he lifts him up, and drops him with a backbreaker! COLE PRL had no problem giving Spanish Fly the backbreaker! PRL covers Spanish Fly, making sure to grab his arms so that Fly can’t put one of his shoulders up. 1… 2… SPANISH FLY KICKS OUT! PRL DAMN YOU FLY! PRL covers again, and gets another two count. PRL covers AGAIN. Fly puts his right shoulder up! PRL covers a fourth time…and gets a FOURTH two count! PRL Just let me pin you, you freaking Oompah Loompah! PRL goes for another cover, but decides against it, and lifts Spanish Fly up. Spanish Fly gives PRL a front dropkick as he’s picked up! Fly then jumps onto the top rope, still holding onto Tha Puerto Rican, and then leaps off, grabbing PRL and spiking him with a DDT on the way down! COACH DDT out of nowhere! COLE That was incredible! An incredible move from Spanish Fly! CABOOSE Oh no! No! PRL and Spanish Fly both get up at the same time, although PRL is a little slower. Once Fly is at a vertical base, he heads to the ropes, and hits Puerto with a front dropkick knocking him out of the ring! PRL soon gets up, just as Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes, gets on the top rope…but WAIT! Tha Puerto Rican slides into the ring, so Spanish Fly gets onto the ring apron, only to be dropkicked by Tha Puerto Rican onto the outside! COLE PRL is one step ahead of Spanish Fly! CABOOSE Nice try, Spanish Fly. But I’m afraid you’re just no match for Tha Puerto Rican. Looks like you’re going to lose your mask tonight! PR takes a minute to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Spanish Fly is lying on the floor on the outside. Puerto Rican exits the ring and walks up to Fly. Puerto Rican picks Fly up, and then whips him into a barricade, which Spanish Fly hits Bret Hart style! CABOOSE Beautiful! Beautiful! Referee Mike Cioata orders PRL and Spanish Fly to head back into the ring. PR throws Fly back into the ring and then follows. Fly is crawling, trying to get up, so Tha Puerto Rican grabs him, and sits on his back, applying a camel clutch on him! Spanish Fly screams bloody murder. PRL pulls back on Fly’s chin, cinching the hold. PRL grabs Spanish Fly’s left eyehole, and pulls on it, and finally gets somewhere in regards to ripping off Spanish Fly’s mask as he is able to rip off almost all of the left side of Spanish Fly’s mask! The crowd is shocked! CABOOSE He’s got the mask ripped! He’s doing it! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has ripped Spanish Fly’s mask open! COACH He hasn’t actually ripped the mask off, but he ripped a good portion of it, and Spanish Fly has got to be pissed! CABOOSE Let’s see his face. Let’s take a look at his kisser! PRL goes back to applying the camera clutch, while the camera zooms in on Spanish Fly, trying to get a good look of what’s exposed of his face. PRL Give up Fly! Your face is already exposed! Let me finish the job! Referee Mike Cioata asks if Spanish Fly gives up. PRL decides to stop doing the camel clutch. He picks up Fly, only to give him a bodyslam back to the mat. Puerto exits the ring to climb the top rope. The crowd senses what is coming up next and comes alive. PR taunts Fly on the top rope, removes his left elbowpad, throws it to the crowd, does some weird hand signals, and then leaps off, doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in midair, before crashing onto Spanish Fly with the Corporate Elbowdrop! COLE Corporate Elbowdrop from The Corporate Champ! Tha Puerto Rican covers. ONE! TWO! SPANISH FLY KICKS OUT! CABOOSE Weak. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican curses in Spanish. He picks up Spanish Fly, and then lifts him up, applying the Che Guevara Special on him! COACH This might be it. He might have him with this one! Referee Mike Cioata asks Spanish Fly if he gives up. Fly screams out “NOOOOOOOOOO!” Spanish Fly starts shaking, trying to escape PRL’s version of the Gory Guerrero Special. From out of nowhere, Spanish Fly escapes the Che Guevara Special and does an arm-drag on Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Spanish Fly escapes with an arm-drag! PRL gets up. Spanish Fly gives him a dropkick. BUT Tha Puerto Rican moves out of the way, so Spanish Fly dropkicks thin air, and then hits the mat! NELSON MUNTZ HA! HA! Tha Puerto Rican blasts Fly with a dropkick to the back of the head, which causes the crowd to groan. COLE Seated dropkick on the back of the neck! COACH That could have broken his neck! CABOOSE Hopefully it actually did. The Corporate Champ picks up Fly. Piledriver! PR gets up and stands tall, both metaphorically and physically over the weakened Spanish Fly. PRL laughs evilly, while the crowd boos. CABOOSE Heh. Heh. Spanish Fly is going to unmask! PRL has got this one in the bag! Tha Puerto Rican grabs Spanish Fly’s right arm and applies an arm-bar on it. PRL pulls back on the arm, causing Fly to scream out in pain. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. lets go of the arm-bar and then whips Fly into the ropes. P.R. follows with a spinning wheel kick. Puerto exits the ring again to climb the top rope. After measuring up Fly, he jumps off the top rope, doing The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003 (Top Rope Legdrop) onto Fly’s throat! COLE It’s been three years now. Rename that move already! PRL covers Fly. 1… 2… SPANISH FLY KICKS OUT! PUERTO RICAN LOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! P.R. picks Spanish Fly up and takes him over to a turnbuckle. P.R. nails Fly with a European Uppercut, and then does some knife-edged chops across Fly’s chest, turning it red. *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL whips Fly into the opposite turnbuckle. Stinger Splash on Spanish Fly! PRL whips Spanish Fly into the opposite turnbuckle. Tha Puerto Rican does some Rock-style punches to the exposed part of Spanish Fly’s face. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Spit. Punch. NO! Spanish Fly blocks the punch, and hits PRL with a punch of his own! PRL hits Fly. Fly hits PRL! PRL hits Fly! Fly reverses, and unleashes a flurry of punches to Tha Puerto Rican’s head! Spanish Fly then does a knife-edged chop across the chest of PRL! COLE Spanish Fly will not just quit! Spanish Fly whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle—NO—Tha Puerto Rican reverses, and knees Fly in the gut! PRL whips Fly into the opposite turnbuckle. Spanish Fly does a Flair Flip, but doesn’t do it completely, so he hangs on the turnbuckle in a Tree of Woe! PRL laughs, then does a dropkick on the chest of Spanish Fly. CABOOSE Spanish Fly is helpless on the turnbuckle! I love it! PRL has an evil smile on his face. He spits on his hands, rubs them together, and then charges forward, going for a dropkick to the face of Spanish Fly. HOWEVER, Spanish Fly gets his head up, so when PRL slides forward with the dropkick, he instead continues sliding forward, until his groin area hits the ring post! COACH YEEEEEEEEE-OUCH! COLE PRL’s going to have a high(er) voice after that! COLE What agility from Spanish Fly! He just rose up, just as PRL was about to attack him! CABOOSE Oh no! Now Tha Puerto Rican and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez won’t be able to have children! COACH Good. PRL has a high-pitched (well HIGHER-pitched) voice as he slowly leaves the ring. THA PUERTO RICAN That…hurt. PRL slowly walks around the ring, holding his buffalo shot. Meanwhile, Spanish Fly climbs the top rope, hunching himself on top, waiting for PRL to come near him. When the time is right, Spanish Fly flies off the top rope… AND DOES A FLYING CROSSBODY ONTO THA PUERTO RICAN WHO IS ON THE OUTSIDE! COLE OH MY! What a move! COACH Spanish Fly FLEW onto Tha Puerto Rican! COLE I think the momentum has shifted! I think Spanish Fly is in control now! CABOOSE Now don’t say that! You’ll jinx Tha Puerto Rican! COACH I miss Quarashi. PRL is resting on the barricade. Spanish Fly sits on the floor, his mask ripped, but still going. Fly gets up, and chops PRL across the chest! He throws Tha Puerto Rican back into the ring, and then takes a breather. COACH Spanish Fly is going to have to reach down if he wants to beat Tha Puerto Rican. Spanish Fly picks up Tha Puerto Rican and Irish whips him into the ropes. PRL reverses. PRL goes for another tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Spanish Fly escapes, jumps up, and hooks PRL with a hurricarana, pinning him with it! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! NO!!! CABOOSE YES! COLE Spanish Fly couldn’t hold him! He could not hold him for long! CABOOSE Yes! Now come on PRL! Do something! Make Spanish Fly lose his mask! COLE We were one count away from The Lightning Crew being banned from ringside during Tha Puerto Rican-Colombian Heat match at Anglepalooza! Spanish Fly charges forward, but is met with a Samoan Drop from Tha Puerto Rican! Afterwards, PRL applauds himself, irritating the crowd. PRL reminds the crowd how smart he is. Puerto Rican picks up Spanish Fly and whips him into the ropes. Spanish Fly reverses, and gives PRL a drop toehold. PRL lands on the second rope. The crowd starts cheering loudly, sensing what’s coming up next. Spanish Fly knows what the crowd wants. SPANISH FLY 6-1-9! COLE Here we go! 6-1-9 time! CABOOSE Look out, PR! Look out! Spanish Fly heads to the ropes, charges forward…and gives PRL the 6-1-9! PRL oversells the move by doing a backflip onto the mat. The crowd pops! COLE The 6-1-9! That’s the set up for the Fly Swatter! Spanish Fly is going for the Fly Swatter! Indeed, Spanish Fly climbs the top rope, with the Fly Swatter in mind. But before that can happen, Tha Puerto Rican vamooses out of the ring. The crowd boos. CABOOSE Good call. COLE Now come on now! Tha Puerto Rican just took the coward’s way out! CABOOSE No. He wisely chose to take a breather. Like I said, good call. PRL jaws with the fans at ringside. A small “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chant starts. Spanish Fly stands in the ring annoyed at PRL. COLE PRL is wasting time, jawing with the fans. CABOOSE He’ll be back in the ring. He was just taking a breather, that’s all! Tha Puerto Rican continues jawing with the fans. While he does this, Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes. Just as PRL turns around, Spanish Fly flies over the top rope… …grabs PRL by his legs… …AND DOES A HURRICARANA ON PRL ON THE FLOOR! COLE A somersault flip into a hurricarana! I have never seen that before in my entire life! COACH Don’t try this at home kids. Coach flashes a cheesy smile and a hokey thumbs up while the NBC “The More You Know…” logo flashes across the screen, and the music plays. Tha Puerto Rican and Spanish Fly are BOTH knocked out from the somersault flip into the hurricarana. The crowd loved the move, and chants “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” CABOOSE Come on PRL! Get up! Get up man! Don’t let Spanish Fly get up before you do! You have to cut him off at the past! COLE Both men are knocked out! Who just knows who’ll win this match now? PRL and Spanish Fly both slowly get up. Fly gets up first, so he grabs PRL and throws him back into the ring. As PRL gets up, Spanish Fly climbs the top rope. When the time is right, Spanish Fly does a corkscrew moonsault, but since PRL is not on the ground, the corkscrew moonsault hits PRL just as he gets up, knocking him back down! COACH Corkscrew moonsault! Has Spanish Fly ever done that? COLE I don’t think so! CABOOSE That was a headbutt! That was an illegal headbutt! Referee, disqualify him! COLE Oh come on now. Spanish Fly covers Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd counts along! ONE! TWO! PRL puts his right shoulder up! CROWD AWWWWWWWW! CABOOSE Phew. Spanish Fly tries to cover the part of his face exposed, but is unable to. Fly picks PRL up and gives him a bodyslam. Fly springboards off the top rope with a split-legged moonsault…but gets hit in the knees by Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE That was just great! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican gets up and grabs Spanish Fly. He hooks Fly up. Latin Slam! CABOOSE The mask is coming off! PRL covers Fly. 1! 2! CABOOSE This is it! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! CABOOSE WTF!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! COLE Spanish Fly DID NOT get pinned! Tha Puerto Rican DID NOT pin Spanish Fly! PRL cannot believe it! The crowd is happy, though. PRL is fuming now. COLE I thought we were going to see an unmasking! CABOOSE WE ARE going to see an unmasking! We WILL! Tha Puerto Rican argues with Mike Cioata. The crowd starts a LOUD “P.R. SUCKS!” chant. PRL tells the crowd to “Shut up!” Tha Puerto Rican lifts Spanish Fly onto his shoulders, and then charges forward, slamming his back against the turnbuckle. With Fly resting on the second turnbuckle, PRL heads to the opposite corner. He sneers at Spanish Fly, and then charges, but Spanish Fly lifts him up, and flapjacks him onto the top turnbuckle pad! COLE Spanish Fly was waiting for him! Tha Puerto Rican is dazed and confused as he stumbles out from the turnbuckle, so Spanish Fly gives him a spinning wheel kick knocking The Corporate Champ down! COLE Spanish Fly was on target with that one! CABOOSE Come on PR! Spanish Fly gets up, while Tha Puerto Rican is still on the mat. Fly gets on the ring apron. Fly motions that he’s going for a highflying move, and the crowd approves. COACH I think Spanish Fly is ready to finish this match! CABOOSE Gah! Look out PR! Tha Puerto Rican is on his knees. Spanish Fly taunts PRL as he waits for him to get up. PRL gets to one foot. COLE Can he connect? Tha Puerto Rican gets to a vertical base. Just then, Spanish Fly gets on the top rope, and springboards off it… *KA-POW~!* Only to get hit with the Sweet Chin Music from Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE AWESOME! COACH This is a callback to their last match at World Without End! PRL hit Spanish Fly with the Sweet Chin Music as he did a springboard off the top rope, en route to victory! CABOOSE And the same thing is going to happen here! COLE The Sweet Chin Music connected! Spanish Fly is down, but can he fight back? CABOOSE No. PRL laughs at what he just did. He poses, drawing boos, and then grabs Spanish Fly, and drags him to the center of the ring. Puerto laughs evilly. COLE He’s going up top again! What’s he going to do now? Tha Puerto Rican climbs the top rope. The crowd boos. Tha Puerto Rican takes a deep breath, and then leaps off… …doing a moonsault! …that MISSES! CABOOSE NO! Spanish Fly gets up quickly. He picks up Tha Puerto Rican, but Puerto strikes by giving Spanish Fly a lowblow! COLE Oh come on! That ain’t right! Spanish Fly crumbles to the mat. PRL slowly gets up, laughing evilly. COLE Tha Puerto Rican just turned the tide with that lowblow. COACH This might be the beginning of the end! Spanish Fly might lose his mask tonight if PRL continues his assault! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican grabs Fly and punches him in the face. He takes Fly over to a turnbuckle where he gives him a European Uppercut. Suddenly, the crowd starts cheering, as coming from the entrance is… COLE Colombian Heat! CABOOSE What the hell is that thug doing here? Colombian Heat sneaks down to entrance ramp, despite the fact that the fans can clearly see him sneaking. Heat tells the crowd to be quiet while he heads to ringside. Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican grabs Spanish Fly in a facelock, puts his left arm over his head, grabs Fly by his red baggy leather pants, and then sits him on the top rope. COLE What is Tha Puerto Rican going to do now? COACH Whatever it is, it’s not good for Spanish Fly! The crowd buzzes in anticipation of what’s going to happen next. Even though Spanish Fly is seated on the top rope, PRL still punches him in the face. PRL then climbs the top rope too. While he does this, Colombian Heat gets the ring steps so that he is right behind Spanish Fly. Heat grabs Spanish Fly’s red baggy leather pants. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is on the top rope. Colombian Heat is right behind Fly, grabbing a hold of his tights, and Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t realize this! CABOOSE Hey P.R.! Hey P! Look in front of you! Don’t you see Colombian Heat? He’s right behind Spanish Fly! COACH PRL isn’t paying attention! He’s too busy jawing with the crowd! Indeed, PRL is jaw jacking the fans. He glances at the crowd one more time, and then puts his legs around Spanish Fly’s neck, going for the FRANKENSTEINER! But PRL hits the mat without Spanish Fly because Colombian Heat held on to his pants! COLE The Frankensteiner attempt failed! CABOOSE What the hell? Colombian Heat shouldn’t even be out here! Colombian Heat lets go of Spanish Fly’s pants. Tha Puerto Rican is groggy on the mat, following his Frankensteiner attempt. Spanish Fly sits up on the top rope, causing the crowd to cheer. CABOOSE Oh no. Not this! Tha Puerto Rican gets up, groggy, stumbling around the ring. Spanish Fly waits for PRL to come near him, as the crowd anxiously awaits Spanish Fly’s finishing move. CABOOSE LOOK OUT PR! LOOK OUT! When Tha Puerto Rican is near him, Spanish Fly leaps off the top rope! FLY SWATTER! COLE Fly Swatter! Fly Swatter on Tha Puerto Rican! COACH He got him! Spanish Fly covers Tha Puerto Rican! Colombian Heat looks on from the outside. 1… 2… 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111 *DING DING DING* (14:12) YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! COLE Spanish Fly did it! Spanish Fly defeated Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Spanish Fly gets to keep his mask after all! Spanish Fly raises his arms in victory! Colombian Heat jumps up and down at ringside! “Krokodilamadurinn” by Quarashi starts playing as the crowd cheers. BUFFER Here is your winner…SPANISH FLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Spanish Fly has tears in his eyes following his upset win over PRL. He thanks God by crossing himself and pointing to the sky. COLOMBIAN HEAT Yeah! Yeah! Dat’s ma boy! Dat’s ma boy! Spanish Fly is on his knees as referee Mike Cioata raises his hands. Fly crawls over to the ropes to pull himself up. Tha Puerto Rican is still knocked out on the mat. COLE Spanish Fly has just shocked Tha Puerto Rican! Spanish Fly has beaten Tha Puerto Rican, and due to the pre-match stipulation, that means that The Lightning Crew is banned from ringside during the PRL-Colombian Heat match at Anglepalooza! COACH Spanish Fly not only won this match for Colombian Heat, but he won it for himself! There will NOT be an unmasking tonight! Spanish Fly may need to fix his mask, but he’ll still get to wear it! CABOOSE This is horsecrap! Spanish Fly won thanks to Colombian Heat! Colombian Heat held Spanish Fly by the seat of his pants so that PRL wouldn’t give him the Frankensteiner! If Heat had not done that, then PRL would have given Spanish Fly the Frankensteiner, and Fly would have had to unmask! This is a screwjob of the highest order! Someone in the OAOAST look into this! COLE Too late to change the result, Caboose. Spanish Fly won the match, keeps his mask, and now The Lightning Crew is banned from ringside during the 24/7 Title match at Anglepalooza! Spanish Fly uses the ropes to help himself up. Colombian Heat enters the ring and congratulates Fly on his win. He hugs Fly and then raises his right arm in the air, causing the crowd to pop. Both Spanish Fly and Colombian Heat have smiles on their faces. Tha Puerto Rican is just starting to come to as “Krokodilamadurinn” continues playing. COLE Spanish Fly just competed in one of the most important matches of his entire career. He pulled off what people thought would be impossible, and defeated Tha Puerto Rican, keeping his mask for another day! COACH This is going to be a match PRL will want to forget! CABOOSE This is a match I want to forget! A miscarriage of justice! Mike Cioata should be ashamed! I wanted to see Spanish Fly unmask tonight! PRL is starting to get up. Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly laugh at him, and then exit the ring. The two men walk up the entrance ramp with their arms over each other’s shoulders. The crowd is still going wild. PRL is finally up. He has a blank expression on his face. COLE Now we know that the 24/7 Championship Match at Anglepalooza will have a level playing field. There will be no Lightning Crew at ringside. It’s going to be Tha Puerto Rican facing Colombian Heat one-on-one! COACH They’re going to settle this feud mano-e-mano! COLE And I think Tha Puerto Rican just realized that he lost. CABOOSE Oh man! Look at PRL! The poor guy. You gotta feel sorry for him! His LC is banned from ringside during his title match at Anglepalooza. Do you realize how much that sucks for him? He wanted The Lightning Crew to be up close and personal to see him crush Colombian Heat! Now they’re going to be forced to watch the match in their posh dressing room on a TV. This bites! COLE Well, I have a hard time feeling sorry for PRL about anything. CABOOSE You heartless bastard. Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly raises their hands in victory on the entrance stage. The crowd cheers loudly. Though Spanish Fly’s mask has a giant, face exposing hole in it, he still has a smile on his face, as he has just defeated Tha Puerto Rican. COLE In 4 weeks at Anglepalooza, Tha Puerto Rican will defend his coveted OAOAST 24/7 Championship against Colombian Heat, and The Lightning Crew will be banned from ringside for that match thanks to somebody, who PRL called a “Mexican Oompah Loompah”, Spanish Fly. Is time winding down on Tha Puerto Rican’s 24/7 Title reign? Will Colombian Heat become the next 24/7 Champion? COACH Who knows, Mikey? After tonight, anything is possible! COLE More HeldDOWN~! right after this! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican is on his feet. He is stunned at his lost. He is about to exit the ring as “Krokodilamadurinn” by Quarashi ends. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 And we're back.... Foshi is seen backstage looking quite angry. He is pacing back and forth when Rikjin Massamoto appears. Foshi walks up to Rikjin and gets right in his face. RM: I just want you to know that you losing out there was anything but my intention. I merely came out to see for myself if anything I told you had sunk in. Foshi pushes his way past Rikjin and begins to walk away when Massamoto grabs him by the elbow and turns him around. RM: However, I do not apologize for something that wasn't my fault. You were the one who allowed yourself to get distracted. You have no one to blame but yourself. Foshi looks down at Rikjin's arm on his elbow. He looks up at Rikjin and shoves him off. He once again gets in his face and it appears as though Foshi is about to say something to him. However, he changes his mind, turns around, and walks away. Massamoto continues looking in Foshi's direction as he walks off, offering no ostensible reaction. The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican is by himself, pacing frantically across the room. The crowd boos loudly. PRL is sweating and biting his fingernails as he talks to someone on a speakerphone. Puerto looks like he is about to cry. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN I mean, did you, did you see that? I mean, Colombian Heat. Colombian Heat is the reason this all happened. This is all Colombian Heat’s fault! Spanish Fly did not beat me fair and square! He needed Colombian Heat’s help to do it! Yeah. You saw that. It’s the truth! I could have beaten Spanish Fly. I know I could have. If it weren’t for Colombian Heat, I would have won and Spanish Fly would have unmasked! Yeah! Right? STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK (Over Speakerphone) Yeah. You are absolutely right, P.R. Colombian Heat is a no good thug who should be punished for what he did. If you ask me, the decision should be reversed, and Spanish Fly should unmask! PUERTO RICAN Damn right! Uh…right? What—what—what if I couldn’t beat Spanish Fly? What—what—what if I was going to lose anyway? What---what if Spanish Fly was…better than me? CROWD YEAH! PRL Oh my God. Oh my God. I’m—I’m losing my abilities! I’m losing my greatness! I—I can’t! I can’t! I can’t beat Colombian Heat at Anglepalooza! I just can’t! I need The Lightning Crew damnit! I need The Lightning Crew with me! Tha Puerto Rican actually starts crying! PRL I—I need The Lightning Crew. Without them, Colombian Heat is going to kick my ass! Colombian Heat is going to beat me at Anglepalooza! Colombian Heat is going to take my title away from me! Colombian Heat is going to become the 24/7 Champion! STEPHEN JOSEPH (O.S.) Are you doubting your abilities? PUERTO RICAN Yeah! Yeah I am! I suck! I suck! The crowd cheers, as PRL finally admits what they’ve been saying for almost three years. SJP Are you doubting your talent? PRL I don’t have any talent! The crowd cheers again. PRL I’m a loser! A phony! I’m just lucky I’ve been 24/7 Champion for so long! If I can’t beat Spanish Fly, then who CAN I beat? SJP SNAP OUT OF IT! Tha Puerto Rican is shocked at Stephen Joseph’s harsh tone. STEPHEN JOSEPH Stop your bitching! You’re making me sick! THIS is NOT Tha Puerto Rican that I know! THIS is NOT Tha Puerto Rican whose career I manage! Oh no! This is a Puerto Rican who is a blubbering, quivering, LOSER! PRL stops crying. STEPHEN JOSEPH Puerto, you are great. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you different. YOU are the most talented, charismatic, intelligent, and most electrifying man in the history of the OAOAST! YOU are the only man in this Godforsaken industry who busts his ass night in and night out, and gives 110% everytime. YOU are the ONLY person in this entire damn company that I am proud to call my friend! And when I die, YOU will be the person who carries on MY legacy! PUERTO RICAN Uh…Stephen. We’re the same age. POPICK Oh yeah. Sorry, got a little carried away there for a moment. Look, the point is, that you are great. You are talented. Why? Because you’re MY Corporate Champion! I picked you for a reason. Because I believe…no wait…I KNOW for a fact that when you become OAOAST World Champion, you will be the single greatest World Champion, not just in OAOAST history, but in professional wrestling history! You are the future of professional wrestling. You are the OAOAST’s next big thing! And when it’s your time to shine, when it’s your time to carry the ball, you will show the world that you are the best wrestler this company has ever seen! And how do I know this? Because YOU are “The Corporate Champion”! MY Corporate Champion! I know a good thing when I see it, and I am NEVER wrong! PRL is starting to feel better. He nods in agreement with what Popick is saying. POPICK Now about Anglepalooza. Don’t let that worry you. I’ll do something. I don’t know what. But leave it up to me. Trust me. I won’t let you down. Stephen Joseph will make sure that Tha Puerto Rican will fight Colombian Heat at Anglepalooza FAIR AND SQUARE. Mark my words. You will go to Anglepalooza and you WILL beat Colombian Heat. You are going to go to Anglepalooza on January 29th, and you’re going to wipe the floor with Colombian Heat! In 4 weeks time, you will annihilate Colombian Heat and once again show the world that you are the GREATEST OAOAST 24/7 Champion EVER! THA PUERTO RICAN Yeah. Yeah. You’re right! I AM going to beat Colombian Heat at Anglepalooza! I AM going to lay the smackdown on his candy ass! I AM going to continue showing the world that I am the GREATEST OAOAST 24/7 Champion EVER! Yeah, you’re right! You’re right! STEPHEN JOSEPH THAT’S what I’m talking about! THAT’S Tha Puerto Rican I know! PRL nods. STEPHEN JOSEPH Now, hit the showers. I’m going to take care of that little situation you got yourself in. Don’t you worry. For now, let Colombian Heat celebrate that he got one over you. Because it’ll all come crashing down on January 29th! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! PUERTO RICAN Yeah. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! Thanks Popick. You’ve made me feel better about myself. POPICK Hey, what are friends for? Remember, you WILL beat Colombian Heat! Just keep saying that to yourself. You WILL beat Colombian Heat. You WILL beat Colombian Heat. You WILL beat Colombian Heat. Remember that. PRL Okay. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. POPICK Good. Now, I gotta go now. Gotta get back to recovering. Talk to you later. PRL Later Popick. SJP Goodbye! Popick hangs up. PRL talks to himself, getting more and more confident by the second. Soon, a cocky smile appears on his face. The crowd boos. THA PUERTO RICAN I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. I WILL beat Colombian Heat. CABOOSE He WILL beat Colombian Heat. He WILL beat Colombian Heat. He WILL— COLE Caboose, stop! CABOOSE What? It gets stuck in your head after a while! It’s like a catchy song, like “Mr. Jinx”! COLE Popick gave PRL quite the motivational speech, but will it do PR any good come January 29th, when he puts the 24/7 Title on the line against Colombian Heat in a match where The Lightning Crew will be banned from ringside? CABOOSE He WILL beat Colombian Heat. He WILL beat Colombian Heat. He WILL beat Colombian Heat. He WILL beat Colom- COLE Caboose! CABOOSE WHAT? COLE Settle down. It's time for the HeldDOWN~! main event of the evening, which is the second Anderson Cup first round match of the night featuring last years winners, and one of the newer teams on the OAOAST scene. COACH Yeah, not to mention earlier tonight the Global Party Exchange were put at a severe disadvantage by being jumped by Zack Malibu and the rest of The Originals! COLE Oh please...severe disadvantage? Give me a break. Missy Elliot's "Work It" hits, and from the back, dancing and prancing, come the popular-yet-prissy Mexicans that are taking the OAOAST by storm. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall, is a first round match in the ANDERSON CUP! Approaching the ring at this time, at a combined weight of three hundred and forty pounds, Mariachi and Moracca, LOS DIABLOS DEL FUEGO~! The two fey Luchadores come out, leading Chicks Over Dicks own Alix Spezia by the hand! COACH Well look, it's just mass gender confusion here tonight on HeldDOWN~! As the lights strobe, the Diablos pump and thrust their way to the ring, with Alix following close behind. Some of the male fans at ringside aren't so lucky (or are, I mean, who's to judge...) as the Diablos plant a few smooches on their cheeks before entering the ring. COACH They better not get near me, that's all I know. COLE It'd be the most you've gotten in months! The Mexican Phat Dance is broken up by the sound of "Make Her Say" replacing Missy Elliot's dance anthem, and the once popular theme song receives nothing but jeers upon it's cue. COACH Yeah, here we go! Defending champs right here! Last years winners of The Anderson Cup, and key Upstart members Johnny Jax and Scotty Static, aka the Global Party Exchange, emerge from the back, looking more displeased with their current situation than ever before. COLE It has been a long night for the GPX before they even set foot in the ring, and now they have to contend with this fast rising team out of Cabo San Lucas! BUFFER Now coming down the aisle, the opponents. They weigh in at a combined weight of four hundred, twenty five pounds, and are the winners of last years Anderson Cup...JOHNNY JAX, SCOTTY STATIC...THE GLOBAL PARTY EXCHANGE! The GPX, who at one point bopped and hopped to the ring like they had ADD and took caffeine pills, simply approach the ring quietly and hop inside. Neither man looks happy with what's gone on so far tonight, and having to face the eccentric duo from Mexico has obviously not changed that tune. As the bell sounds, Static and Jax stay put, wary of moving towards the effeminate luchadores who are thrusting their pelvis' in their direction. Jax then pats Static on the shoulder and steps out of the ring, leaving Scotty to take a deep sigh, not enthused about being left to start the contest off for the Global Party Exchange. COLE One of the most dominant tag teams in OAOAST history are about to square off with one of the most unusual teams we've ever seen, and coming from a company like ours, that's saying a LOT! CABOOSE The GPX are looking for a repeat performance in this year's Cup, especially now that their new attitudes reflects their motivation. Winning the Cup would be yet another coup for The Upstarts in their quest to be receieved on the same level as The Originals. Mariachi offers to start, and his partner gives him a quick buttslap before moving out to the apron. As he and Static circle each other. Mariachi drops to all fours and makes a kissy face at Scotty Static, then moves forward...but the homophobic Static rushes out of the ring and hops to the floor! Mariachi rolls to his feet and does a little hip swivel that draws a loud pop from the crowd, while Static slams his hands on the apron and tells the fans to shut their yaps (although he actually says "shut up", but shut your yaps was just so much more descriptive!). That only increases the admiration of the man-loving luchadores, and the crowd finds another way to get under Static's skin. "LOS DIABLOS!" clap clap clapclapclap "LOS DIABLOS!" clap clap clapclapclap "LOS DIABLOS!" clap clap clapclapclap Infuriated by the crowd support for the flamboyant duo, Static slides back into the ring and charges! Mariachi waves him on, then sidesteps the charge, sending Scotty to the ropes! He leaps up for a monkey flip, but Scotty shoves him down to his feet and then grabs a side headlock. He wrenches the Mexican's head, although not in the way Mariachi had hoped...so it fuels Mariachi to slip his head free and grab a rear waistlock...and feel Scotty up! Disgusted, Static pulls away and brushes himself off, while the crowd roars! Mariachi blows a kiss to Static to fuel his rage some more, and when Scotty charges, he runs right into a drop toehold! Mariachi then gets up and hits the surfboard, although not in the usual wrestling sense...instead, he literally stands on the back of Scotty Static and makes like he's riding the waves! Jax comes in and tries to run interference, but Mariachi hops off Static and starts thrusting towards Jax! Johnny puts his hands up and quietly steps back out to the apron as if he was never in the ring in the first place. CABOOSE It seems that the GPX are intimidated by their foes, because they're not able to get this off the ground yet. COLE If you were Mariachi or Moracca you wouldn't want them to get off the ground either! CABOOSE HA! Cole, you kill me. COACH Yo, whattabout... CABOOSE He kills me. I want to kill you. Big difference. Static rises to his feet, but Mariachi takes his arm and twists, and delivers an elbow to Scotty's forearm. As Static staggers, Mariachi pulls him into a standing headscissors, thrusting his hips as he leads Scotty's head between his knees...but Static counters by taking his legs out from under him, then delivering a vicious stomp to the nether regions! COACH Haha, yeah boy! Show 'em how it's done Scotty! Mariachi reels, and an infurated Moracca runs in and clobbers Scotty with some right hands for what he just did, only to be pushed away by Nick Patrick! Patrick orders him out, but Moracca is concerned with the well-being of his tag team and life partner, and checks on his condition, aiding in his recovery by giving him a quick rub! COLE Now that's sportsmanship. Only a true friend could rub another man's genitals in public. CABOOSE ...we're just "work friends", right? Because I can't do that for you. Moracca helps Mariachi to his feet and gives him another buttslap, sending him on his way back into action. Static and Mariachi tie up, and Static goes behind, then pulls the Mexican stars legs out from under him, sending him falling face first into the canvas! Static then drops an elbow to the back of his head, and then starts rubbing his face in the canvas, smearing and grinding it into the mat! Mariachi moans in pain, but it's muffled as Static continues the act of face-mashing. Scotty then pulls him up to his feet and delivers a standing dropkick to the back of the neck, sending Mariachi through the ropes! The luchadore hangs on, and slowly pulls himself up, then clocks Static with a forearm to defend himself as Scotty charges him! Static falls back a few steps, and then Mariachi bursts back into the ring with a springboard spinning leg lariat! Mariachi then hops up on the middle rope, but before he can come down onto his fallen foe, Jax pushes him off the ropes! Mariachi reacts quickly, as he lands on his feet and then shoots his body through the ropes, ramming his shoulder into Jax's stomach! He then reaches over the ropes and takes Johnny over, dropping the other half of the GPX onto his own partner with a suplex! COLE Mariachi just used Scotty Static's OWN PARTNER on him to inflict punishment, and the GPX have scattered! Both members of the GPX roll out to the floor, each one on an opposite side of the ring. After engaging in a celebratory dance with his partner, Mariachi races up the ropes, as does Moracca. With the members of the Global Party Exchange still stunned, the Diablos leap into action...LITERALLY, as they hit stereo flip planchas from the top rope down onto their opponents! CABOOSE Aerial assault! The GPX are down! The fans applaud, as Alix Spezia leads them into a frenzy as she applauds her two amigos (amigas?) when they pop up to their feet and roll into the ring, where they do a celebratory train dance around the ring before breaking apart and giving the crowd some more thrust action! COACH Ya know, what's this yak hanging out with the Fruit Loops for anyways? Doesn't she know she's just wasting her time? CABOOSE Does it bother you that women pay more attention to gay Mexican wrestlers than you? Don't be bitter now. The GPX dust themselves off and come up onto the apron, and Static is pulled back in by both Diablos with a double hiptoss! Jax protests, but Nick Patrick orders him to the corner! Moracca ducks out, but seconds later he's tagged in legally, and the Diablos work together, sending him into the ropes and throwing him overhead with a high elevation backdrop! Mariachi goes out to the apron while Alix directs traffic for the eccentric duo, rooting on Moracca as he backs Scotty into the ropes once again. He sends him off the ropes, but Static reverses the momentum and sends Moracca into the ropes...and right into a kick to the back from Johnny! Moracca staggers right into a rana from Static, and with the alternative lifestyle superstar dizzied from the move, a tag is made to bring Johnny Jackson into the contest! COLE Tag made by Static, and Jax isn't too happy about the way Los Diablos have toyed with them so far. Jax bursts into the ring and clobbers Moracca in the back of the head with a running forearm, then stands him up and breaks for the ropes, delivering a hard lariat as he rebound! Moracca goes back to the mat, but Jax pulls him up and takes him by the head, then runs him to the corner and hurls him headfirst into the top turnbuckle! Moracca reels back, and Jax takes him and lifts him off his feet, then drops him on the top rope and seats him there! Johnny then climbs up as well, but as he attempts to yank the luchadore off the top rope, Moracca fights back by firing some back elbows that knock Johnny down to the canvas, but when Moracca tries to stand on the top rope, Jax gets up and charges the corner, knocking him off balance and causing him to crotch himself on the top! The crowd "oooooooooooooooooh's" with sympathy pains, while Mariachi bites his nails over watching his partner take that hit! Jax then pulls him down into a Tree of Woe and stomps away, wearing him out so that he's even more prone to assault! CABOOSE Johnny Jax is really opening up with those kicks to the chest and chin. COACH Yeah, the two places Alix Spezia likes people to make their deposits, if you pick up what I'm puttin' down! CABOOSE Yes, because talking like THAT will get you laid! COACH Ya mama. Jax moves across the ring to the opposite corner, but as he charges across the canvas, Moracca manages to flip himself off the turnbuckles, and connect with a jumping back elbow to Jackson! He brings Jax up, but Johnny fights back by hooking his arms, and pulling him over with a backslide...but Moracca floats through! He takes Johnny's legs out from under him, putting him on his back...then spreads Johnny's legs and falls on top of him, missionary style! A few quick thrusts is all it takes to have the crowd roaring and Jax rolling away ASAP, seeking refuge in the GPX corner! CABOOSE You know that society is evolving when THAT gets a babyface pop! Jax charges from the corner and fires off a running YAKUZA KICK~!, but Moracca rolls under it and leaps onto the middle rope, then dives off and twists his body around to land with a bodypress on him! Johnny throws him off at the count of one, but as he comes up he gets spiked with a quick DDT from the Mexican jumping bean! A tag is then made to Mariachi, and Moracca slingshots his own partner in, sending him over the ropes with a senton onto Johnny before leaping up to the top rope and executing a corkscrew 450 splash! Moracca rolls out of the ring, leaving Johnny all to Mariachi, and a cover is made! ONE! TW-NO! The count is broken up by Static, who races in and boots Mariachi in the head. Nick Patrick gets up angrily and directs Scotty out to the apron, which causes a distraction as Jax strikes with a low blow behind Patrick's back when Mariachi tries bringing him to his feet! The luchadore crumbles in pain, but Johnny grabs him by the throat and stands him up, then presses him over his head and brings him down onto his knee with a gutbuster! He makes his way to his corner and tags in Static, who hops up to the top rope and dives off in cannonball formation before crashing down onto Mariachi with his full weight! COLE Cannonball senton connects! Static rolls over and covers, but just as Patrick hits "two", Moracca runs in the ring and drags Scotty off his partner by the ankle! COACH YO! Get that cakeeater outta there! GPX woulda won this! Moracca steps back out to the apron, but Scotty moves towards him and piefaces him, sending him down to the floor! Alix rushes over to check on him, then hops on the apron herself, getting in the face of her rival! Static snickers, then piefaces HER as well, but when he turns around Mariachi leaps up and brings him over with a rana, and keeps the legs hooked! ONE! TW-NO! Static kicks out, but when he comes up he's struck with a pair of chops, then sent to the ropes...where Jax makes a blind tag! Scotty slides through the legs of the fey fighter and comes up behind him...so that when Mariachi turns around the GPX connects with their Legsweep/Yakuza Kick combo! Jackson covers immediately as Static disappears to the outside... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! ...but Mariachi manages to get a shoulder up! Jax pounds the canvas and then tells Patrick how to count, even though if Nick didn't he wouldn't have made it past kindergarten. At any rate, after the math lesson Jax brings Mariachi up and lifts him onto his shoulders...but the lucha superstar squirms like he's lathered in baby oil, and manages to slip free! He runs Johnny to the ropes for a rollup, but when Jax clings to the ropes to prevent from going over, Mariachi continues to hump away anyways! The action infuriates Johnny and he turns around and charges...right into a hiptoss! Johnny gets up rather quickly, but then gets blasted with a dropkick to the knee that knocks him down to all fours, and Mariachi follows up with La Magistral! ONE! TWO! NO! The former World Tag Team Champion kicks out, but while he's reeling, Mariachi is able to tag in Moracca, much to the delight of the crowd! Jax gets up in a fog, and when he turns around he sees that Moracca is airborne, springboarding into the ring with a sunset flip! ONE! TW-NO! Jax rolls through, and when he comes to his feet he pulls Moracca up, then plants him with a hard powerbomb before falling backwards! He scrambles towards the corner and tags in Static, and with Moracca laid out in the center of the ring, Scotty takes to the air, leaping off the top and twisting around to deliver his trademark senton bomb known as the STATIC SHOCK! COLE That could spell the end for the Diablos! Static covers, counting along with Patrick...until a springboard legdrop from Mariachi puts an end to the count just before the three count! COACH That is the SECOND time they've done that! CABOOSE Compare it to what the GPX has gotten away with in their matches and it doesn't measure up. Kind of like when you use the urinal next to me. The crowd gives the tactic its seal of approval, but when Mariachi goes to exit the ring, an angry Static floors him with a running forearm to the back of the head that sends him spilling out to the floor! Static then motions for Jax to come into the ring, and together they prepare to deliver the hard-hitting trademark known as the Chain Letter...however as Scotty lifts Moracca up for the powerbomb, the feisty Mexican grabs Johnny's head and kicks off of Scotty's shoulders, floating up and over with an inverted DDT to the larger member of the Exchange! Alix leaps off her feet in celebration, but it's short-lived as Scotty delivers a boot and then butterflies the arms of Moracca...only to have the hold broken, as Moracca twists out and pulls Static towards him, then lifts him upside down...AND PLANTS HIM WITH A MARTINETE! COLE It's illegal in Mexico, but it's fair game here! Moracca covers, and the other halves of both teams out on the floor licking their wounds, nothing will get in the way of the three count! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! CABOOSE They did it! Los Diablos Del Fuego have just made a HUGE impression on the OAOAST by defeating last years winners in the first round! The crowd goes BANANA~! as "Work It" is cued up, signalling the biggest win of the Diablos career. Mariachi gets up and enters the ring, rushing into his partner's waiting arms! Moracca scoops his partner up and gives him a big ol' love hug, while Alix Spezia comes in and joins the party. COLE Look at how happy they are...and the people love it! CABOOSE Well, gay does mean happy, so it's fairly appropriate to use that term tonight! On the outside of the ring, Jax helps Static, who is holding his head, to walk steadily. The Global Party Exchange have had the carpet swept out from under them by the underdog team, and it's not something that the Upstarts contingent will take lightly. CABOOSE Well Coach, looks like there's not going to be a clean sweep of the tournmanet by any of your Upstart buddies, and look who you have to thank for it. COLE Heh, hey Caboose...these two guys get more women than Coach could, and they don't even LIKE them! COACH Why don't you shut up you half a sissy...you belong up their with them. You Streisand. COLE Eat me. COACH Oh you'd like that now wouldn't you. Los Diablos dip out of the ring and hold Alix's hand as she hops down from the apron. They walk up the aisle fueled by the cheers of the fans, and stop to hug and plant kisses on several (male) fans cheeks before disappearing from sight. CABOOSE (shuffling through his list) Wait, that's it? We still have 15 minutes left in the show. COLE Uh, I don't have anything else on my schedule. Should I sing showtunes. CUE: Getting Away With Murder "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" For the second time tonight, Zack Malibu walks into the arena but this time, he is alone instead of battling Upstarts. He is smiling, obviously happy that the GPX were on the losing end of their match. COLE What's Zack doing out here? CABOOSE I really don't know. COLE Well, we have to take our final commercial break right now, so hopefully we'll get some answers on the other side. Back in three. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 6, 2006 Coming back to the arena, Getting Away With Murder is still playing as Zack Malibu is in the ring, wary at being alone after everything that has happened tonight. COLE Welcome back. As you see, Zack Malibu has joined us once again in the ring as during the break, he got a message to do so alone, but we don’t know why that is. CABOOSE Don’t worry, he’s got backup right here. COACH (under his breath) He’ll need it. CABOOSE What was that? COACH Oh, nothing. Zack’s music fades......and is replaced by the opening beats of Oh Hell Yeah. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” CABOOSE My favorite person this week! The fans let out a mighty roar as the NEW OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, Peter Knight, walks into the arena, title belt all shined up and around his waist as he pauses at the top of the ramp to look around at the cheering mass, nodding his head before resuming his walk to the ring. COLE We've been waiting all night to hear from the man that finally took the title from Stephen Joseph this past Sunday, but I wonder what the new champion wants to do with Zack? COACH I’m sensing there is going to be some serious ass kissing here. Where’s my vomit bag? Knight hops up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, unstrapping his belt and raising it to the crowd. He turns to Zack and puts the belt onto his shoulder, patting it with affection as Zack politely applauds him. Knight walks to the ropes and gets a mic from Michael Buffer, motioning for the music to be cut. Knight prepares to speak, but another loud cheer stops him. Chuckling, he nods his head and motions for the crowd to settle down before speaking. KNIGHT You know, they gave me some time tonight to come out here because I guess it’s kind of a tradition for the new World Champion – God, that sounds good – (more cheers from the crowd) for the new World Champion to come out and make a “victory speech” of sorts, saying how he’s going to be the best champion ever, a “fighting champion” and everything but......that’s just not me. I don’t say I’m going to do something, I just go and do it so I’ll just let my title defenses speak for themselves. But, since I had this time and Zack here just happened to be in the ring right now, I thought I would come out and......well....I guess to thank you. Zack points at himself with a confused look on his face. COACH Oh great, here it comes. KNIGHT Yeah. Remember oh, about two months ago when we teamed up in the six-man tag tournament? (An angry look)Remember when you gave that big motivational speech to me and then slapped me across the face? Knight takes a step forward to get in Zack’s face. COLE Uh oh. COACH Hold on, this just got interesting. KNIGHT .......It worked. That’s right, that slap you gave me pissed me off at first, but then.....but then it did what you meant it to; it motivated me. It motivated me and led me to finally get what is hanging over my shoulder right now. I’m at the top of the mountain......and I have you to thank, Zack. I might have been acting “weird” these last couple months, but that’s all over now. I now know where I stand and that’s as the NEW One and Only Anglesault Thread World Heavyweight Champion. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” KNIGHT So, all I wanted to do tonight is come out here, in front of all these fans and the TV audience and do one thing...... Knight extends his hand and drops the mic. Zack studies Knight while thinking about it as the crowd persuades him to do it. COLE A great show of class from the new champion. CABOOSE I gotta say, I respect him a lot for doing this. Zack nods......and shakes Knight’s hand. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” COLE All right! Knight slaps Zack on the shoulder and turns to leave, but Zack holds on to the hand, drawing Knight back. He releases the handshake and bends down to retrieve the microphone. COLE What’s this? Knight looks on in confusion as Zack begins to speak. ZACK Peter, let me just say that I am very proud of you for becoming the champ and I really appreciate you giving me respect like this......but, since I have the time now, I wanted to get some answers about something. That match Sunday.....it kind of rubbed me the wrong way how it went down; how you actually won that title, I mean. I know you and that isn’t the way I imagined you would win the title. I don’t think you would have needed anyone’s help to beat Stephen Joseph but Axel, quite blatantly I should say, had a big assist to you winning that belt. I dunno, I just didn’t really think that was..... Suddenly Knight rips the mic from Zack’s hand. KNIGHT So this is what I get for being humble? This is what I get for being a MAN and giving credit where it is due? Listen to that, everyone, Zack Malibu didn’t like how I won the title. I guess that means I’m not on the level of champions like the great Zack, is it? Mr. Two-Time-Champ-I-Always-Won-Clean-I’m-The-Best Zack Malibu. I don’t have to justify how I win my matches to you or ANYONE and I don’t think Axel needs to justify HIS actions to you either. We aren’t hanging off your jock like Rodez is. “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!” COLE Now come on. COACH Yeah, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!! KNIGHT You know what you can do, Zack? You can take your criticism and shove it..... AXEL Whoa, hold on now, mate. The new General Manager appears on stage with his own microphone and walks down the aisle to the ring. COLE Now Axel’s down here. What’s he going to say? Axel steps through the ropes and gets between the two men, pulling Knight away and motioning for him to calm down before turning to Zack. AXEL Let’s just calm things down here. I see that tensions are running a bit high, so I came out here to make everyone happy. (To Zack) You say you want answers? That’s fine. I’m sure there are a lot of people that want answers after what happened Sunday night, so here you go. Like I’ve said many times, Stephen Joseph was the worst champion this company could possibly have had and fans all over were just itching for the day that someone finally steps up and shuts him up for good. Since I had won the General Manager’s job earlier in the night I, maybe acting a bit selfishly I admit, made sure that Joseph wasn’t walking out of that arena with the title. Sure, like you said, PK probably would have done the job by himself, but I decided to score an “assist”, as you said. Zack, I’m sure that if you were in my position, you would have done the exact same thing. I did what was good for the company; hey, that’s the same reason you use whenever you have a hand in something around here, isn’t it Zack? Like what happened to Hoff? ZACK Now wait a minute..... AXEL I doesn’t matter because, as your General Manager, I will also do what I think is good for the company. My first act to do so took place last Sunday when PK and I took care of one cancer on this company....and right now; I’m going to take care of another. *BAM* COLE WHAT!? Axel just floored Zack with the microphone! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Axel pulls Zack up and pushes him into the corner, firing off right hands that rock him hard as the crowd and Knight look on in shock. Axel grabs the mic again and jams it into Zack’s head a few times before putting it to his own mouth while choking Zack with his free hand. AXEL People have been wondering what side I’m going to take in this war......but I knew where I stood a LONG time ago. You want to know who the “real” leader of the Upstarts is? (He leans in to get nose-to-nose with Zack) You’re looking at him, mate. COLE NO! Axel? How can that be? COACH YES!! The ringmaster is finally revealed! CABOOSE YOU knew about this?! COACH Not that Axel was the real leader, just that Joseph wasn’t it. Knight, getting over his shock, steps in and pulls Axel away, pushing him back and checking on Zack as Axel soaks in the boos from the crowd. COLE Thank God for Knight or Axel could have killed him. Knight folds up the straps of his belt and threatens to bean Axel with it, but Axel just waves him on. Knight takes a few steps towards him, waggling the belt and allowing Zack to stumble out of the corner..... ......before whirling around and flooring him with a beltshot! Axel and Knight smirk before laying the boots to a now bloody Zack Malibu. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" COLE NO! Not Knight too!!! COACH Oh, this is just a bonus. The plan is coming off as scheduled. Maybe we should check what’s going on backstage, eh Michael? COLE I am getting word that some commotion is happening and we have a camera back there...... We head to the back and find a huge brawl occurring in the halls between the Upstarts and Originals, and the Upstarts, who seem to be fighing with a renewed vigor, seem to be getting the upper hand. Jamie O’Hara scoops up Leon Rodez and slams him onto a table as the GPX tee off on Black T. Christian Wright smashes Parka with a chairshot as Bohemoth whips Dan Black into a stack of piping, sending them scattering all over the place. COLE The Upstarts have the upper hand here both in the ring and backstage and......wait, Caboose, no. COACH Going somewhere? CABOOSE You want to try and stop me? Caboose leaps from his announce position for the second time tonight and reaches for his cricket bat….but it isn’t where he thought it would be. He looks around the announce table for it, but no dice. COACH (holding the cricket bat) Looking for this? *CRACK* Coach swings and nails Caboose in the ribs, doubling him over for another shot to the back of the head that lays him out. Coach drops the bat and cheers on Knight as he picks up Zack and drills him to the mat with a Knightmare. COLE Coach just knocked Caboose out!! What the HELL is going on here? We thought that the Upstarts were weakened after Stephen Joseph lost the title.....but they’ve only gotten stronger. God help this company. A pumped up Axel grabs the microphone again, and yells right into Zack Malibu's bloody face. AXEL Welcome to the new era of the One and Only AngleSault Thread, Zack, welcome to the Axel Era, the Peter Knight Era... The Upstarts Era! You think you can stop us now? I've got the power, Peter's got the gold. And you know what you and your little friends have from now on? You've.. got... HELL!!!! Axel slams the microphone down as I'm On A High plays and he raises the hand of Knight and bits of garbage begin littering the ring. The camera then shifts downward to show a closeup of the damage done to Zack as we fade to black. FADE TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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